Soldier's Logic - Diabolic

Soldier’s logic, capture the essence and hold it hostage

Like passengers controlling cockpits 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 units 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!

Hahahaha!

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