Diabolic - My Attitude lyrics

News Reporter: Are you referring to Diabolik?
Minister of Interior: Diabolik? I assure
You that this individual, whose very
Name reveals his antagonism to the
Established values of our society
Will soon be brought to justice

Middle fingers up, y'all let's go come on!
I'm an animal caged, paid dues
No annual raise i channel my rage
Attacking on a national stage
Fighting 'til my knuckles
Cracked, pushed back, and displayed
Coming through the skin like
Wolverine's retractable blades
I'm a cannibal, caveman that escaped
To paint pictures with my words
Spray cans on my waist
You better recognize like the
City's cameras in place
With software to identify by
Scanning your face
Now examine the trait's of
A mythological beast
A monster unleashed like those Greek
Gods on the beach released the Kraken
Attacking Metropolitan streets
Demolishing beats while you're
Busy following Tweets
A Diabolical, freak genius secretly stands
I'm on a different wavelength
Got your frequencies jammed
Strategically planned
‘cause the streets that we ran
Exorcise demons
Bringing out the beast in each man
Screaming:

"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Nah, "fuck you"'s my attitude)
"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Nah, "fuck you"'s my attitude)
"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Nah, "fuck you"'s my attitude)
"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Ha ha haha)

I’ll take a shot of tequila
And pop's prodigal son
Starts hollering like his father with
A bottle of rum who got some shit to pop?
Scream top of your lungs
Choke on your words, have a seizure
And swallow your tongue i'm hollow and numb
Plus I'm coming through with the goons
My crew carpooled to throw
Barstools in saloons
Moving the room like visuals
When chewing some shrooms
So you should assume a doctor's
Gonna suture your wounds
A stupid buffoon from the
Worst environment known
Where scientists clone cells like
A wireless phone in the 90s
And deny me when applying for loans
At least street cred can buy
Me a retirement home
We're dying alone, slowly
So we're losing control
Presently, I'm past caring what
The future can hold
I’ll live for the moment
Fusing both the new and the old
My music is cold and represents
The roots of my soul it's like:

"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Nah, "fuck you"'s my attitude)
"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Nah, "fuck you"'s my attitude)
"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Nah, "fuck you"'s my attitude)
"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Ha ha haha)

Ain't no fictional plot it's real shit
Hitting the spot
It’s simmering hot with your bitch on
The tip of my cock
Choking from it like a noose
With a fisherman's knot
Then I give her a shot
Like she's in insulin shock
Still ain't got a pot to piss in
So I'll piss in the pots
In your kitchen after I get
Done picking the locks
Listen and watch the time bomb
Ticks on the clock
And after I blow, I'll move to Cuba
Living with Pac
Sitting atop the charts while
They market my name
Arsenal aimed at any marketing
Target in range
Discharged of the game I don't
Need the stardom and fame
So I'm attacking like Japan at
Pearl Harbor with planes far from the same
'cause the music industry's wack
That's why every real motherfucker's
Giving me dap
I'm sick of these cats, so riddle me this
Riddle me that
When will someone grow some balls
And try dissing me back? Tell 'em:

"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Nah, "fuck you"'s my attitude)
"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Nah, "fuck you"'s my attitude)
"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Nah, "fuck you"'s my attitude)
"Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool"
(Ha ha haha)

You should already know
Don't ask me for shit
You know what you'll hear hey! Fuck you
You heard i'll repeat it, fuck you
Peace (Fuck you, I'm out)