It Rains Diamonds Lyrics

s***gy 2 Dope:
Kill me! Whut! m**** Facko! Murder Murder! Whut!
I can't f*****' wait to die! Please murder my mother f*****' a** off!
Bring it! Cause I'm going to Shangri-Leezy!
Violent J and s***gy 2 Dope:
Have you ever tried to get the f*** up out your hole but fall right back inside
Once again denied, have you ever seen people turn into the devil over money green
Tell me what it means, have you ever been to the wicked part of town and would you go again
They don't want you in, would you follow me If I knew where it rains diamonds
No more poverty as clean as we can be, yeah

It rains diamonds nightly, in my Shangri-La lit brightly, who could miss this so inviting? Come stand mountain top and yell!

s***gy 2 Dope:
Somebody stab my face or something! Kill me!
What the f*** a ninja gotta do around here to get his dead on?

Violent J, s***gy 2 Dope and Anybody Killa:
Do you like to drink? Would you f*** a girl the day you met her what you think, on the kitchen sink

Anybody Killa: Don't you fire it up? s***gy 2 Dope does this mean you wasted life now-
Anybody Killa: you're completely f*****? ICP: I would differ some.
Hold your hatchet high cause were gonna need 'em when there's fire in the sky
Together we will die, I can promise this in my Shangri-La you'll have eternal happiness diamonds in the mist


Diamonds drift upon the mist of forgetfulness, bringing a peace untold, as I fade away to become what my eyes see, seeing into the eternity of Shangri-La!

Chorus: (repeats)

Hidden Song b**** Slappaz

Take it back now... Old school, b**** Slappin' till the break of dawn, ICP... Blaze Ya Dead Homie, b**** Slappin' to the early morn'
Six in the morning police at my door
Already gotta slap some more
Stuck my hand out through the mail shoot
b**** Slap Sarge and his first recruit

I came out the a**, b**** Slapped some
Grade School High School b**** slap went nuts
I rememeber gettin' baptized by the Reverend
b**** Slapped the bible out of his hand

The b**** Slap Master up in the place
I'll b**** slap your train-wrecked face
Don't a**ume friendliness with fame
I'll b**** slap the sound out your name

They'll call ya, ...... 'cause you're not here
b**** slapped out the Stratosphere
Mike P did the track, he b**** slapped
Pow for Max straight to the back

Don't lemme show up on TRL
I'm b**** slappin' everybody to hell
I'm Down with the Clown Eastside 'till I'm gone
Yet everybody singin' that Southwest Song
I b**** slap wigs off everyday
I b**** slap old ladies out of my way
Southwest side, b**** Slap Capital
Every b**** make m********** smackable

For my b**** smack victims, I don't care
I'll b**** slap cowlicks into your hair
Faygo in a Pillowcase, don't manage
I'll b**** slap your head, brain damage

I b**** slap cheeks red, hands off
I've been known to slap a m********** pants off
I b**** slap planes out of the sky
I b**** slap truth out of a lie

Call me s***gy Spy McSlapmore
I b**** slap m****f****s galore
Say we fake and wanna test the rap
Step yo a** on up and get b**** slapped
What do you call a Crew that be smackin' like that? Wicked
Insane Clowns smack your a** to the back
Speakin' of smackin' it's makin' me sick
Everybody's talkin' that smackin' s***
Sayin' they smackin' with the I.C.P.

Just cause I am they wanna be like me

Talkin' that s*** you need to leave the place
Knowin' you ain't ever even smacked a face
Claimin' our s***, that's our s*** you trashed
m********* we about to smack your a**
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