Diavolo & Doppio Rap | NLJ, Callon B & Lord Nekros | JoJo Rap

Diavolo & Doppio rap (jojos bizarre adventure amv) from the anime jojos bizarre adventure!
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Synopsis : JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Japanese: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険, Hepburn: JoJo no Kimyō na Bōken) is a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Hirohiko Araki. It was originally serialized in Shueisha’s Weekly Shōnen Jump magazine from 1987 to 2004, and was transferred to the monthly seinen magazine Ultra Jump in 2005. Diavolo (ディアボロ, Diaboro) is the main antagonist of Part 5. He is the boss of Passione and the father of Trish Una. He commands Team Bucciarati to bring her to him whilst keeping her safe from the traitorous Squadra Esecuzioni.

Lyrics:

Came in the world with 

Diablo’s horns

Ain’t shed a tear

When I was born

Look in my eyes 

You can tell I’m worn 

When my personalities torn

Take em to church 

Make it a morgue

Hide a body in the floor

They wanna keep on 

Cuttin me short 

Now Ima even the score

Whole town Ima scorch

Passin down to me the torch

Forget the past with memory distort

Golden arrows hit a target for sport

Aim for the top, and the future I’m towards –
I got the passion, no one surrounding me

With these assassins under my power tree

No capo, I am your majesty
Wannabe gangstar? I move the galaxy with

Passione organization

I am the Godfather with the Made Men

One-way ticket this crazy train left 

Mental scarface made me insanest

Mob ties so you know I am sanctioned

Two-faced and one got a fake grin

Walk up wrong we might shape shift…

Hold up dawg I gotta take this

Oh, come pick up the call
This is fate to bring your fall
Oh, time to kill them all
That’s why y’all against the wall

Oh, come pick up the call
Spread your ash like parmesan 
Oh, I’m Italian
So we throwin hands to talk

Oh, come pick up the call
Fore I execute the squad

Oh, it’s too late to pause 
In a blink, and now they’re gone

Oh, come pick up the call
Only seconds left to draw
Oh, think I’m acting odd?
Time to meet the Crimson god 

Blurry past but 

I been to hell and back

Mood swing fast

No I can’t get a grasp

Voices inside of my head like a telepath

I stand bout ten steps ahead

Cause of Epitaph

Crystal ball visions

Like a Fortune Teller has

Just like that i might snap

Eyes roll back in my head 

And I laugh

Mind out of wack, where was I at?

Yo, one body two souls

Mafia all I know

Gotta live by the code

Boss life never fold

I aint choose I was chose

On site and case closed

I have repeatedly showed

That I wont choke

Even if theres razor blades in my throat

So, loyal subordinate 

Doppio

See him pullin out the metal

But I am the head chef 

Cooking up something that’s special

Like Risotto in a blender
Slicing like a pizza till he bled to death

Yes I am an artist

I erase any mistake

With blood for paint

You can ask Sorbet

Cause he already knows that 

My art got to be framed –

Don’t need to be put in a hall of fame

I’m at the top of the chain, so just call my agent
And he’ll KILL YOU

I’m a count to 10
And bound to win
You clowns are dead
Rip out organs
Look around

Now your town is red
I’m out to get
My daughter aborted
Where my clout depends

Then
Do as the Romans do
Build an empire
Conquer your enemies
And hold the truth 

Better zip your lip

Like Bucciarati’s crew
Or I’ll body you

Like bada bing bada boom

I’m the original

but I am not me

Stay out of reach 

Of all of my colleagues

All of yall copy

Yall are my offspring

One more road I gotta 

Cross to the swap meet

Dead weight on me like 

Buciaratti

Death on my shoulder 

But it suit me oddly

Nobody out know how a boss thing

Keep on makin moves 

Even if you’ve shot me

Mind body and soul 

Have been swapped

Wait till I get ahold of my opps

Golden arrow

I aim it and pop

Till my final breath 

I stay on my job

They gon know my name now before I am gone

First time I been 

Alone in my thoughts

Voice in my head

Has finally stopped

I carry on and 

Meet the Crimson God

Dawn of the Don

You’re approaching the future
Puttin more holes in you 

Than your six shooter –
Tear up the past so 

You’ll need a suture

Giorno, I’ll bet 

That your father was a loser

Shoulda pussed out like Fugo
And stayed on the Jersey shore cause you’re too slow

Got you growin old and cut up like prosciutto

Tell me, are you starting feel deja vu though? 

Yo, I’m the man behind the hair curtain

Come close, I’ll shut yours
You will die for certain, I’ll watch it all once more
Be a Goodfella now if you don’t want war
I’m wearin fishnets 

Cause you’ll sleep on ocean floor

It’s a family problem
Mind your own instead

You can’t afford to die
I got unlimited bread

My stand

Puts you in the dirt of an

olive garden bed

I’m the king

Making crimson flow
Till you’re dead

Passione organization

I am the Godfather with the Made Men

One-way ticket this crazy train left 

Mental scarface made me insanest

Mob ties so you know I am sanctioned

Two-faced and one got a fake grin

Walk up wrong we might shape shift…

Hold up dawg I gotta take this (Ring ring ring ring)

Oh, come pick up the call
This is fate to bring your fall
Oh, time to kill them all
That’s why y’all against the wall

Oh, come pick up the call
Spread your ash like parmesan 
Oh, I’m Italian
So we throwin hands to talk

Oh, come pick up the call
Fore I execute the squad

Oh, it’s too late to pause 
In a blink, and now they’re gone

Oh, come pick up the call
Only seconds left to draw
Oh, think I’m acting odd?
Time to meet the Crimson god 

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