Diabolic, Block McCloud - Living in My Own Head lyrics

Yo, I’m your live tour guide
To see what I saw
See how 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’ll die for what I believe
What we’d survive for
Beefing with evil crime lords who creep
With a team of cyborgs
Coming at me with knives, swords
And nines i’m squeezing mine towards
Fighting ‘til hell is freezing
With demons screaming, "My lord!"
I’ll 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 drops of new rain
And lighting the hottest blue flame
Mixing shots of Ukraine vodka
With toxic new strains
Of pot and watching you lames
Rot atop the food chain
Living in my own head, I’m a monster
The 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

Yo, my conduct provokes sluts that
I trust are dolts
Like, "’Bolic’s got screws loose he
Always drops nuts and bolts"
That’s a fucking joke, ho you would open wide
Expecting me to dump a load, so it should cum
Come as 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
They’ll vocalize attention on
Some "Crush, Kill, 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 drugs are in my
Blood at a toxic level
I’m all gassed up sparking this is flammable
Exploding ‘cause they’re marketing these
Parlour tricks as magical
I’m ‘bout as rational as
Starving vicious animals
But still full of myself
Like a narcissistic cannibal

Living in my own head, I’m a monster
The 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

I love my kids but hate
The way their mothers talk
Whores breaking balls like Roy Hobbs
Knocking a cover off
I’m fucking 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 deaths
While fans say, "Why the fuck haven’t you
Dropped your album yet?"
I’ve been a recluse
Choosing to be on house arrest
And, honestly
I need to change a Little like I’m Malcolm X
Graff writer turned rapper
Running out of breath same story
Painting masterpieces with the alphabet
The day I sell’s an omen the
Gates of Hell are frozen
People sleep more than
Narcoleptics taking melatonin
My brain cells were chosen
DNA’ll shape shift
The Anunnaki going kamikaze in his space ship
I’m a silverback gorilla going ape shit
King Kong pounding his chest
Empire State shit

Living in my own head, I’m a monster
The 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