[Verse 1: Diabolic]
“A guest in hip-hop,” “white devil,” I am Morningstar
And  you’ve been listening to too much Lord Jamar with corny bars
All  you are’s a common loudmouth who passed out
In puke on Block McCloud’s couch. I’ll knock this clown out
At his momma’s townhouse where he dreams of dropping hits
About  squeezing Glocks and fictional crimes he will not commit
(Word)  In real life, this old, weak, dishonest bitch
Won’t go to Philly shows ‘cause he knows Reef will rock his shit
Peeped  your ‘Bolic diss, you small-fry weakling
That song’s not even by a long shot decent
Stop dreaming. Rather hear alarm clocks beeping
Sounds like the Cookie Monster gargled Bomshot’s semen, screaming

[Bridge: Diabolic Imitating Jus Allah]
“No  joking, I am Hulk Hogan in slow motion
I am God of pole-smoking with my holes open
I am a bum couch-surfing in Hoboken
No tokens for the bus, got home rowboating”

[Verse 2]
No, this old, broken ho’s at home sulking
Crying himself to sleep watching Vinnie Paz on Joe Rogan
They won’t book the battle ‘cause you’re known for no-showing
And scared of me chokeholding you ‘til your throat’s closing
Soul floating to the pit where demons rule
For every chick that he was cool with who he physically abused
The meanest man alive is a bitch but he’s a dude
Throwing fits and being rude, he is visibly confused
And history will prove you were washed up before
You beat up every cocksucking whore who popped up on tour
You are not tough at all, the guy who got drunk and falls
You always got snuffed, never rocked someone’s jaw
Diabolic’s not the one to horse around with
I will drag you up a Caucus mountain by your scalp and toss ya down it
Then find your dead corpse, chop the head off and mount it
Right above my fireplace with Kweli and all the countless
Bodies I have caught, but, right now, you’re living proof
That you ain’t been shit since you were in a group with Vin and Stoupe
Been a goof since Nas tripped and chipped his tooth
Can’t flow—all ten of your fans know it’s the truth
But you’re Rambo in the booth, you corny
I got beef with Technique, he’d still swing on you for me
True story: move toward me and it’s, “Oops, shorty
Sorry I got his blood on the shirt that you bought me”
In New York, we stay battling, you sound doo-doo
I kill former Jedi Anakin with Count Dooku
Wow, who knew every rapper in your town views you
As a clown that won’t stop babbling about dudes who
Left you in the dust—must stress you and it sucks
But that’s no excuse to hang from blood vessels in my nuts
Jus, you’re not on my level, but we are both the same race
You’re whiter than the skanky metal head hoes you date-rape (White boy)
I’m with playmates sparking some dank
Then sharpened a shank and stuck it in Carlton Banks
What kind of artist can’t even harness the strength
To write a chorus? So you left that part of it blank
That shit is garbage. Simple fact: I made it off a hidden track
And Jedi Mind Tricks would be fine if you didn’t rap
Exhibit A: while you’re online in the chat
I could go to any show where Vin is at and the shit is packed
I see how bitter that makes you when we interact
With people watching ‘cause you’ll be forgotten in a minute flat
Didn’t stack living with your moms in a shack
So this is charity I’m giving back, bitch
[Hook: Diabolic] (x2)
Fuck Jus Allah with his idioms and clichés
Can’t write a chorus so he just let the beat play
Always talking shit like a bitch every weekday
Run up on you at your next show, slap your DJ

[Outro: Diabolic]
Hahahahahahaaa! Yo, Reef, what up? Vinnie Paz, what up? Apathy, Esoteric, Army of the Pharaohs, what up? Yo, Jus, suck my motherfucking dick, bitch. You ain’t shit. Let’s tell ‘em the truth. Remember when you was out at Openair in Switzerland and you got so motherfucking drunk they couldn’t wake you up before your set? And Vinnie and them went on without you? And that’s the reason you got kicked out of Jedi Mind Tricks for the second time? Yeah, we all remember. You’re a fucking bitch. Yet, you’re out here on the internet, complaining about how everybody’s mean to you, it’s all the white people’s fault. Shut the fuck up. You’re a fucking failure. You’re a bum. You end up in bathrooms covered in your own puke with your pants around your ankles and your dick hanging out like a fucking ho. Shut the fuck up, you fucking cornball. Motherfucking Diabolic, I’m out. Peace