Artist: Diabolic Album: Liar and a Thief Song: Doing My Own Thing Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Diabolic] Yo... I gamble playin Russian Roulette and blast Tecs (blaow!) Then bet your ass I ass bet when I got no cash left Never scared of electric chairs or snapped necks (nah) I died years ago, I'm livin out my last breath So get your head out the clouds with his hands in stone Leave cloud nine on the ground zero landin zone (ha ha) I stand alone to lead a ragin 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 shootin 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 broke enough to have Xzibit pimp my mother's ride (pimp that) Trust has died in my circle and it's justified by people hatin 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 artists on the shelf labels fucked (fucked) Snitches won't get stitches for tapin us (na) They get rusty blade razor cuts stapled shut (ha ha) Wakin up wrong side of the bed no guiding 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 watchin my daughter play (come here) So fuck y'all, I'm doin me, nothin more to say (NOW~!) [Chorus] Follow my lead, you been doin 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 {"doin 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 {"doin my own thing"} [Diabolic] Son of a gun, thuggin with my cousin Rifle Smoke and a sniper scope that could pinpoint an isotope On a lighter note, I would cash in my right to vote (here) Convincin 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? (Nah) I lack clear morals, roastin splifs and roaches Just takin the honest approach with hidden motives So I said hey panic (hey) get deranged, brain damage Supplyin raw behind the boards in a straightjacket Make a track with sample vocals and bass 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 (ha ha) What goes around comes around I have to warn you I'm the karma from your past comin 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! [Chorus]