[Diabolic]. These fuckin snakes man. Fuckin up our lives. I'll take a piss in your oil fields. I want some motherfuckin payback so, yo. . I wanna run for president, and the focal point when I'm campaigning.
Martyr man. This martyr man in a recent time. He loved his life but a little too fast. Out of control in a wreckless way. So easily it can be taken all away.
[feat. Diabolic, Swave Sevah & Gomez]. And it's not smart to be dumb. It's not smart to be dumb bumb de dumb dumb dumb. Back where I come from it's not considered smart to be dumb.
They're laughing at you. You've nothing to say. You're hanging by a string. You're their prey. Just another Joe. You're just another number. Forget this, forget that.
Hey baby won't you give me away. Friedns tell me you're an easy lay. Don't fight back bitch, ''cause you know I'm gonna win. It's cold outside, so let me in.
What do you,. when the devil looks right in your eyes?. and you find out your entire life is a lie. inside capital hill those cowards were laughing. the towers were crashin they allowed it to happen.
It's sun living in stereo my people, you know. Keep the vibes alive (Stereo). . Hey shawty girl, I'm on my way. Ain't got no worries it's a beautiful day.
[Intro]. Calling all cars, we have an all-points bulletin out for two Caucasian males. The first, R.A. The Rugged Man. The second being, Diabolic. Wanted in connection with a series of bar fights.
Life before me dictates the future;. the future of your kind.. The first time I saw you there, feeling the great despair; they're psychoanalyzing our minds..
I'm respected in this game, I rocked every spot I been in. While you can't show yo face, like Islamic women rockin' linen. But I'm stuck sleepin' in mom's house without a fuckin' bed.
[Originally by Germs]. i'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain and i'm lookin' for a future-the world's my aim so gimme gimme your hands-gimme gimme your minds- gimme gimme this-gimme gimme tha-yea-yea-t i want toy tin soldiers that can push and shove i want gunboy rovers that'll wreck this club i'll build you up and level your heads we'll run it my way cold men and politics dead... (chorus) i'll get silver guns to drip old blood let's give this established joke a shove we're gonna wreak havoc on this rancid mill i'm searchin' for something even if i'm killed... (chorus) empty out your pockets-you don't need their change i'm giving you the power to rearrange together we'll run to the highest prop tear it down and let it drop...away... (chorus).
(Intro): Please listen, as if you were sober and intelligent. And not a drink-sodden, sex-addled wreck. . I got medical surgeons testin' my urine. 'Cause my shock value got me pissin' electrical currents and it's burnin'.
Johnny's got a problem and he's outta control.... Johnny's got a problem he's outta control. He's got static of the brain, outta control. Chippin' every day chipin' deeper and deeper.
I wake up to Vodka Tonic, child support, lots of chronic. Hungover, blunts rolled up, just tryin' not to vomit. The God's honest truth, I cut my baby mama loose.
It all started on a cool (cool) afternoon. I was sitting by myself when I noticed you. So I made my way across the room. Thinking what I gotta say to get you in the mood.
What is this world trying to do to me. Sometimes I gotta find a way out. Just like an animal trapped in a cage. About to explode, got to get out. Imminent war, time to see the light.
Well I've seen many things. In my eternity. I've felt all the poverty and wealth in my life. I feel I'm runnin' outta time. I've changed, rewritten, rearranged.
I'm a stormtropper. Tan and and young. Riding the waves of death and having fun. Master race mayhem on the beach. The Fourth Reich is within our reach.
Said I was goin' to Matangna. Right away from death and havin' fun. Not to stray from on the beach. The full rocket's from within our reach. It's within our reach.