The R.O.C. - Diabolic lyrics

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The R.O.C. - Diabolic lyrics

[Verse 1: Kung Fu Vampire] There's a major breach in the world and we are it A malfunctioning destructive blip-on a radar? People put they panties in a bunch, Imna give um lip They slit they wrists in hopes to fix technology f**boy in a brothel, psychology says, we are a product of our environment there's a hole in the ozone, radiation leaking in your fish and in your home, and the birds are chirping out front, but around the corner, there's a cop k**in these n***as for smoking a blunt and being different Shiftin, f** face like on the bat of Bill Ripken Here is a note to the little boys and girls of the world Love everyday like it is your last, never look back at the past f** faith, you don't know the half, we ain't livin, we leavin a carbon footprint Snapchat, new app b**h, where we at? On a floating rock in a space, where monkey became humans, humans consuming is dooming Mother Earth for the purpose of gettin more cars, boats, and hoes Overpriced garbage like Kanye's clothesline, just try to approach mine and danger happens sh** will go beyond rapping, it'll get graphic, and wrapped in plastic I'm the one laughing at your funeral that quick This is a global scale version of Waco You're better off drinking that purple drink when they say so You go on ahead and admit that it tastes great, smile for the camera then wake up The emperor is doing your makeup, they get mad if I say some [Hook] And you wonder why the world is so cold (Bow to the Emperor) And you wonder why the world is so cold (Bow to the Emperor) And you worship me (Bow to the Emperor) And you worship me (Bow to the Emperor) [Verse 2:The R.O.C.] Hey, where are the puppet strings? Need to cut 'em off to see what the world brings Man, just lies to me Man, despises me Runnin' our lives who lives and who dies of course Tryna devise a plan to entice the poor, into being better victims System sicks 'em catch then fish them, back in the poverty state Awake the souless gates can't wait for Hell to penetrate then waste no place for what's yo race Excepts humans in a mosh pit desire, rapid retire, the planets drifting towards fire Hell and brimstone ain't much but hatred in ourselves Jail wit cells only feed you what they sell, is bullsh**, pulpits, most intents to lynch wisdom keep us Stupid criticism they flinch The ba*tards they are, oh where is the bar They hide it so we can not reach it so far I scream at the stars, who listens no pause, never let up on y'all, cause this world is so scarred Their brains are ajar, the baggage break laws, they make up we follow my keys to my car So I can drive right thru they face and they cause No beep out for murder cause they deserve more Then d**h at they corner, no one's left to mourn ya I speed out won't warn 'em, the people's now on 'em Now see you're a goner for k**in our senses, what they do is senseless, we run for the fences, it's war in they vision, we have to suspend them From ribs hooks incisions, bleed out loss of feeling, the scale tip we get 'em Diabolical in 'em, 123, we sendin a message, now finish 'em [Hook] [Verse 3: Kung Fu Vampire] One time had a fun time at my front door when they manipulated their way in Lookin at me for a conviction, we didn't murder him But we almost ended up in the federal pen, flirting with a judicial system, within a week they try to break down my alibi, even tried to televise So they can persuade the jury and judge, the good people of San Jose thinking I am a k**er cuz I'm selling good bud And gotta couple guns, gotta couple of friends that's done a couple of things, took some laws and bent 'em up It's like the continent has a parallel universe a different version of our stories but they interrupt And get intercepted by a club of pigs with more money than you The best honeys and a cure for aids, on the fake news Is this the onion dude? I'm highly confused, nobody givin a f** what Confucius says Worshippin a false god, we blamin everybody, every politicer is a joke, Republican partly hardly Democratic, a neurotic November we didn't vote for nothing we fight for something How the f** is Donald Trump close to being the president, we got plenty of evidence more damage to the reputation of the American people I'mma gain some revenue, the reverend is ready to jump off the steeple [Hook]

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