Diabolic - Morning Light lyrics

This is a game of cat and
Mouse where Tom murders Jerry
And Bush urges Kerry to rape Virgin
Mary till he bursts the cherry
So I'm emerging every person in the dirt
And buried to resurrect get a tech
And follow his mercenary
Paid in full, eighth of haze
Take a pull with an army of raging bulls
And wolves draped in wool
Got metaphors coming off the
Head like devil's horns acting Foul
Won't crack a smile unless it's yours
Backed against the wall close
Calls applying pressure
Iron texture, feed fiction to a lie detector
And I bet you I'll rob anywhere
Near or next to me
Here essentially to take your prophet
Like the Spear of Destiny
I'll appear as a guest for
Free really I can't

Wait to see the look on your damn face
When I'm stealing your fan base
I'm sick enough to hand Jake
A trail of bread crumbs
Lead a new murder scene with
Rev Run chugging redrum
I set the tone like a metronome left alone
On top of the world
With the 3rd rock as a stepping stone
Inside the terror dome DNA tests have shown
I'm the truth the rest are just genetic
Clones of my flesh and bones
That's why fans react to the livest rappers
By jumping from the highest rafters in
The crowd flying past us
The final chapters it was
Written read the text
Or get beat to death and sent
To hell where demons slept
Everyday I wake up at the
Dawn of Morning Light
Same shit different toilet
I got a war to fight
So don't ask me why I'm pissed
Of in every song I write
Cuz Diabolic's been dealing with this
Shit all his life

I'm the style of weapon for a quite war
With the streets I've endured
Where young bucks will stab you
Like it's the VIBE awards
Connoisseur throw a comet towards
New York's rocking core
Open a hole in hell's gate
When Satan locks the door
Moment of truth, pop the 4 like 2Pac Shakur
Chop the horns and mop the
Floor with his spinal cord
My soul is righteous but I'm
Viper's token white kid
Who'll grab a cop and choke him
Lifeless with a broken night stick
I'm have a soulless cobra's dome
Closed in vice grips
My fans build statues of
Me in Jehovah's likeness
But, I'm on cloud nine
With friends of Fairweather
See troubled knees buckle to
Beneath the air pressure
When Hip-hop was raw now
It comes from wherever
Got some Jacob jewels
Manicure and a hair dresser
The single reason demons creep in our shows
Is cuz my plans complete when I
Brand the beast with a barcode
Satan wants our souls offered as dirt cheap
But, I ain't selling shit like
Jin's album the first week
So make some noise for
Church priests raping boys
That make the choice to slit his
Throat when he raised his voice
Send me to hell fuck it cuz
When I kick the bucket
I'll find who birth the anti-Christ and
Kick her in the stomach
So when motherfuckers shout at me
And run they mouth
Add 'em to the list of shit
I don't giva fuck about

All my motherfucking life man
I've been at war I've been a
Soldier on the front lines foul Play bitch
Wake the fuck up or get woke the fuck up
Diabolic mentat beat Asylum, motherfucka