Diabolic - Soldier's Logic lyrics

Soldier's logic
Capture the essence and hold it hostage
Like passengers controlling cockpit's with
Loaded Glock clips
Won't stop 'til pigs fly, solar comets
Chased by exploding rockets through hell
While it's frozen solid
See, Nostradamus predicted the
Approach of 'Bolic with a weapon arm like
Megatron's shoulder socket
Cause, I'm the future
Hold court and prosecute ya
'Til I cock the Ruger and you're
Fucking history like Kama Sutra
I'm worshiped like God or Buddha
Or the tribe of Judah
Cause my Medulla oblongata got
A cocked bazooka and I'll just shoot ya
While vagabonds tag along
Who are trained to operate on
Soldiers like Trapper John


Who wanna bet I'm sick as

Seven plagues of Babylon? Let's shake on it
I'll slap your palm so hard
I'll snap your arm
The battle's on and you'll
Realize God is vengeful
With the odds against you like
Suicide bombing Muhammad's temple
I'm monumental, so I'ma go from non-essential
To a memory mentioned next to "Can
It Be All So Simple?"
But can't afford to sell
Momma never wore Chanel
I was born during a five
Alarm firestorm in hell
And I swore to tell the story
How we fell from glory
So throw Hades in reverse - back
The hell up off me!
You don't have the balls to
Deal with a Neanderthal
Catapulting dead bodies over the
King's castle walls

This what happens when you mix a lot
Of beer with a lot more
Weed, multiplied by 15 bar fights this
Diabolic, nigga! This Rebel Arms
Muthafucka! Stomp the shit out you!
Fuck everything you stand for!

I'll never taste my pride, I'll never change
Never saying die like a native tribe that's
Fighting smallpox they provide
Fuck the game
I'll take it by storm and break inside
And maybe I'd flood the streets
With crack like it's '85
Rainy skies and clouds will form
Then crowds will swarm
To hear my album songs
Kneel down and bow before 'em
Sound the horns
I arrived in a crown of thorns
To powerbomb blocks when I drop
Like Bausch & Lomb
Now it's on, took a breath of air
Said a prayer
Threw you down a flight of heaven's
Stairs into the devil's lair
And I continue this genocide with Engineer
'til they light up our electric
Chairs like fluorescent flares
Never cared if what goes
Around comes back around
The track is down like K-9
Unit's with basset hounds
These are battlegrounds, I watch them unfold
And see them turn men to
Animals like Dr moreau
So I run into the lion's den
With a squad of iron men
Spitting like there's viral stem cells
In my sinus phlegm
I'll die and rise again, then make water wine
Cuz I ride driving bent
And drink all the time
Don't wanna sign to a label I'll never need
I'm a genetic breed doing
More legwork than centipedes
Best believe I'd bleed to set us free
And I'm blessed to be real
That's why there's soldiers here next to me

Yeah! We bang out 'til your
Muthafuckin medulla oblongata hang out
Man! This Diabolic! He's a liar!
He's a thief! He's a
Goon! He's a muthafuckin criminal! He's
A degenerate louse! He's
A drunk! Ha ha haha! And that's my
Muthafuckin dude! I'm Poison Pen! Money Shot
P! Wipe it off your chin and gargle it
Down, muthafucka! Rebel Arms all day! Yo
You ever got
Centipeded before? That's getting stomped
By fifty dudes! That's
A hundred feet! That's what Rebel Arms
Is, we centipedes, nigga! Yo, I been waiting
For this album a long time man, you know
What I'm saying? So yo check this out
I'mma sit the fuck back i got a leader
Right here right next to me in the
Lab yo Southpaw, crack
Them muthafuckin bottles
Man! Fuck y'all niggas