Buddy Lembeck - Diabolic

Hey yo I’m not with all this industry shit man

I’m telling you these dudes is… they on some other shit

You won’t see me in some stupid bitch’s sex tape

I’ll shoot sperm in an alien’s uterus to gestate

Take DNA and fuse it with my best traits

Till Rosemary’s baby kicks through and splits her breastplate

A real headcase — you ain’t seen such a crazy animal on these drums since you

were watching Muppet babies

My life’s a living hell I’m stuck in Hades

Twistin' L’s, in this prison cell Satan custom made me

Mama raised me not to care so when 'Bolic hears suicide mission

I raise my hand and volunteer

Poppin' beer in vehicles I commandeer

Tryna steer till it’s a total wreck like muhammadeer

I need some vodka here, now I’m feeling intimate

At this hole in the wall, like power drills I spin a bit

My style is ill like salmonella, chicken shit

Cowards kneel, you can suck a sour dill with syphilis

That’s how I feel.

In town I’m still as infamous

Cuz I set out to build and found the will to finish it

Without a deal.

Ate a thousand pills from limitless

Now brilliant physicists sound like children’s gibberish

Still to intricate for them to map my genomes

When they extract the piece swabbing flesh attached to cheek bones

So you could say he met his match when he’s cloned

Two can play at that game.

Instead I’d rather be stoned

A lone gunman quiet as he goes hunting

For dead presidents grassy knoll Jackie O’s husband

Shells flying like Super Mario’s jumping

A wise man who once told police that he knows nothing

With the skeletons from my past be low tucked in

The same spot I keep tacky clothes and crappy old stuff in

I’m sho' loving hip hop at these shows bugging

Minus VH1's classy hoes and sadly Joe Budden

My happy won’t function

I’m a nasty mo’fuckin old drunken asshole

Feeling that he’s owed something

If I was ever famous like that Abbey Road junction

I’d go on Joan Lunden’s show drunk with flashy gold fronts in

Roll blunts and get a co-host to smoke some ganja

Saying «Fuck the world, that’s a message from our local sponsor»

I’m a monster that Jehovah conjured going bonkers

Born high getting more live than the cult in Contra

Golden chakra godly flow the dopest

After the throne bad to the bone like osteoporosis

At the last supper eating sloppy Joes with Moses

Then it’s adios fuck you and the maricons you roll with

Throwing blows with whoever’s swinging back at me

Mollywhopping you’re rocking the RZA’s rings from Tragedy

Think erratically no strings attached to me

Rappers say bars I’m thinking ladies drinking at them free

Will take your magazine ads to cut the excess

And paste letters to make ransom notes with funny death threats

Wearing bummy threads dressed like scruffy rednecks

With 20 friends who get their hair cut like Buddy Lembeck

Really I’m in the booth with a dusty headset

And funky breath after the same respect Doug E Fresh gets

So yes yes y’all to the beat I get mine

Diabolic signing off — fuck you till next time