Diabolic - Doin' My Thing lyrics

Yo, I gamble playin’ Russian
Roulette and blast tecs (blah)
Then bet your ass I ass bet
When I got no cash left
Never scared of electric chairs
Or snapped necks (na) i died years ago
I’m living out my last breath
So get your head out the clouds
With his hands in stone
Leave cloud nine on the
Ground zero landing zone (haha)
I stand alone and lead a
Raging wave of peasants
That’ll raise hell until it incinerates
The gates of heaven (c’mon)
I’m an aids infection in human form (uh huh)
Either take your life or with
Your naked wife shooting porn (bitch)
You’ve been warned like anyone I
Do a song with (uh huh)
I’ll outshine you so fans don’t

Notice you were on it (who’s that?)
Fuck if I get publicized in the public eye
I’m dope enough to have XZIBIT
Pimp my mother’s ride (pimp that)
Trust has died in my
Circle and it’s justified by people hating
With me mistaken for some other guy
Like I won’t find an A&R to gain his trust
Blaze a dutch and lace the
Haze with angel dust
Then kidnap his bitch ass and rape his slut
(ho) it’s payback for the artist on
The shelf labels fucked (fucked)
Snitches won’t get stitches for taping us
(na)
They get rusty blade razor cuts stapled shut
(haha) waking up wrong side of the
Bed no god and light (na)
Hungover everyday like which side is right
(what?)
One side of life, wife wants war today
On the other side I got bills
I can’t afford to pay (I’m broke)
It’s like I can’t enjoy
Watching my daughter play (come here)
So fuck y’all, I’m doing me
Nothing more to say (Now)

Follow my lead, you been doing it wrong
(wrong)
I go against the grain and refuse to conform
(form) you’ve been warned
I’m ’bout to crush the mold (mold)
Plus I don’t truth a soul so I’m
(doing my own thing)

Y’all swallowed by greed, I’m true to my song
(song)
I go against the grain and refuse to conform
(form)
You’ve been warned, I’m ’bout to lose control
(trol) so let the truth be told I’m
(doing my own thing)

Son of a gun
Thuggin’ with my cousin Rifle Smoke
And a sniper scope that
Could pin-point an isotope
On a lighter note
I would cash in my right to vote (here)
Convincing Cheney to grab George
And slice his throat
Life’s a joke, white flippin’, twice as broke
(bitch) she likes ice and cokes when I
Can’t afford the price of soap
My righteous hopes are spun by
This coke and rum a sniper’s smokin’ gun and
Fightin’ folks with drums
To the naked eye Bolic might
Appear to be normal (yeah)
But, I don’t trust a soul
Why would I trust mere mortals (na)
I lack clear morals roasting
Splifs and roaches
Just taking the honest approach
With hidden motives so I said hey panic
(hey) get deranged, brain damage
Supplying raw behind the boards
In a straight jacket
Make a track with sample
Vocals and base added about what I do
And this is what it came back with
Same insane madness you would expect (word)
All jokes aside
So I suggest you move to the left (move)
Before I make you swallow your pride
Chew and digest
Pick a nice night to knife fight
And duel to the death
Got too much respect not to live
So god forbid you force me to
Show just how real Bolic is
A god amongst mens
Politics and crazed thoughts
Me and the Shroud Of Turin are
Cut from the same cloth (haha)
What goes around comes around I
Have to warn you
I’m the karma from your past
Coming back to haunt you
It’s Diabolic, Moman, NY to Chi-town (town)
Worldwide now
(now) , we got the game tied down (down)
C’mon