| Every level, el Diablo, every level, Diablo |
| Every level, el Diablo, every level, Diablo |
| I’m so cold, damn, I’m froze |
| Got icicles hangin' off my nose |
| I’m drivin' down that lonely road |
| Once again, yo, here I go |
| I’m all alone in the panic zone |
| Don’t go nowhere without my chrome |
| And Detroit city, that is my home |
| Don’t disrespect that, we’ll blow your dome |
| Off with your head, nigga |
| That’s what I said, nigga |
| I redrum-redrum-red niggas |
| Detroit ain’t got no scared niggas |
| I raised 'em and fed niggas |
| Now all I do is dread niggas |
| Get my put bulls, tell 'em sic 'em |
| You will be another victim |
| Homicidal, suicidal |
| Unholy my title, die, ho |
| I don’t give a fuck about you |
| Now your family wanna cry, though |
| «Fuck the world» is still my motto |
| Tip another liquor bottle |
| You know I will blast a phoney |
| Married to murder, unholy matrimony |
| I’m so cold, damn, I’m froze |
| Got icicles hangin' off my nose |
| I’m drivin' down that lonely road |
| Critical mass until my cash explode |
| Fifty million in the bank |
| Blow up like a gas tank |
| You niggas doin' what you can |
| I’m doin' what you niggas can’t |
| I’m |
| Never slippin' on black ice, in control |
| Like |
| , I’ll snatch your soul |
| This wicket shit is ancient, not old |
| I spit this shit, I don’t write |
| You heard it ain’t got frostbite |
| No writer’s block, you got lockjaw |
| What the fuck you think I got the Glock for |
| Come through with that hot sauce |
| Yeah I knock your top off |
| Still on that pick up drop off |
| Whew, can’t be sayin' that |
| In the courtroom they’ll be weighin' that |
| Askin' where I’m stayin' at |
| Still homie I ain’t playin' that |
| Drivin' down the street with my finger on the trigger |
| I got fo' fo' fo’s, but my name ain’t |
| Livin' in America, chasin' seven figures |
| And I spit the wicketshit to make my pockets get bigger |
| How you fuckin' figure you gon' run me out my residence |
| I been gettin' money on the double never hesitant |
| Boomin' words from Hell even though you know I’m Heavensent |
| And all that racist shit you talkin' still irrelevant |
| Where I come from, niggas kill you for the hell of it |
| We forgive you but don’t forget ya like an elephant |
| Dippin' and dappin', keep on inhaling it |
| Long as they lovin' it, I’ma keep sellin' it |
| Woo! Ric Flair in this bitch |
| Boy, I been had balls, you grow a pair in this bitch |
| Woo! The Nature Boy, that’s why they hate ya boy |
| Only supermodels date ya boy, that’s why they underrate ya boy |
| El Diablo |
| El Diablo |
| El Diablo |
| El Diablo |
| El Diablo |
| El Diablo |
| Ha ha ha, el Diablo, ha ha ha ha ha ha |
| El Diablo, Esham el magnifico, every level |