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Diablo Bad Sign

He was born in a place where the shadows grow upon the grain Not far from here It was the time when dreams were taken away Oh, it flings him down to

, night court it, teleport it Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whipping, bad decision Align astrologically to ensure global time positioning Take aim, blast government conspiracies out the frame Excuse me, El Diablo

The way that momma raised us was pure faith So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us Or lay us down to sleep Know the wolf from the sheep Or the sheep who