[Verse 1 – Diabolic]
I'm your live tour guide to see what I saw
See, on my street's an eye sore like styes deep inside pores
I see myself as a beast combined with Guy Forbes
Who feels the need to rhyme and lead the blind like seeing eye dogs
I die for what I believe, what we survive for
Beefing with evil crime lords who creep with a team of cyborgs
Coming at me with knives, swords, and 9's. I'm squeezing mine towards
Fightin' till hell is freezing with demons screamin', “My lord!”
I redefine raw, started deep in my core
Whoever wants to set it off can feel free—July 4th
They say my mind's off and ‘Bolic's got too strange
Like Bush, Saddam, Hussein, and Obama watching Loose Change
I'm ‘bout as humane as pouring pots of butane
On you like “Drop some new rain” and lighting the hottest blue flame
Mixing shots of Ukraine vodka with toxic new strains
Of pot and watching you lames ride atop the food chain
[Chorus x2 – Block McCloud]
Living in my own head
I'm a monster
Voices in my skull said
“Do what you got ta.”
You are broke with no bread
So do it proper
Danger—this is code red
No one can stop us
[Verse 2 – Diabolic]
My conduct provokes s*uts that I trust are dolts
Like, “'Bolic's got screws loose. He always drops nuts and bolts.”
That's a f**in' joke, ho. You would open wide
Expecting me to dump a load, swishing cum is no surprise
You should sit at home and cry until you blow a guy
And show your bipolar side with lows and highs like ocean tides
I keep an open eye and focus my attention
Or they'll multiply like Gremlins soaked by the hose of a fire engine
Vocalize attention on some “Crush, k**, Destroy”
Stress and when there's nothing left, yes, I must fill the void
I'm the real McCoy, sorry that I'm not respectful
Dr. Jekyll's d** are in my blood at a toxic level
I'm all ga**ed up—sparking this is flammable
Exploding ‘cause they marketing these parlour tricks as magical
I'm ‘bout as rational as starving vicious animals
But still full of myself like a narcissistic cannibal
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[Verse 3 – Diabolic]
I love my kids but hate the way their mothers talk
who*es breaking balls like Roy Hobbs knocking a cover off
I'm f**ing lost. But who am I without the stress?
Without the bills? Bouncing checks? Without the countless debt?
I'm in the booth, feeling like I died a thousand d**hs
Well fans say, “Why the f** haven't you dropped your album yet?”
I've been a recluse, choosin' to be on house arrest
And, honestly, I need to change a little like I'm Malcolm X
Graff write, I turn rapper, runnin' out of breath
Same story, paintin' masterpieces with the alphabet
The day I sell's an omen
The gates of Hell are frozen
People sleep more than narcoleptics takin' melatonin
My brain cells were chosen
DNA'll shape shift
The Anunnaki goin' kamikaze in his space ship
I'm a silverback gorilla goin' ape sh**
King Kong poundin' his chest—Empire State sh**
[Chorus x2 – Block McCloud]