Doin' My Thing

[Verse One] Yo, I gamble playin’ russian roulette and blast tecs (blah) Then bet your ass I ass bet when I got no cash left Never scared of electric chairs or snapped necks (na) I died years ago, I’m living out my last breath So get your head out the clouds, with his hands in stone Leave cloud nine on the ground zero landing zone (haha) I stand alone and lead a raging 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 shooting 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 dope enough to have XZIBIT pimp my mother’s ride (pimp that) Trust has died in my circle and it’s justified By people hating, 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 artist on the shelf labels fucked (fucked) Snitches won’t get stitches for taping us (na) They get rusty blade razor cuts stapled shut (haha) Waking up wrong side of the bed no god and 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 watching my daughter play (come here) So fuck y’all, I’m doing me, nothing more to say (Now!) [Hook] Follow my lead, you been doing 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 (doing 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 (doing my own thing) [Verse 2:] Son of a gun, thuggin’ with my cousin Rifle Smoke And a sniper scope that could pin-point an isotope On a lighter note, I would cash in my right to vote (here) Convincing 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 (na) I lack clear morals roasting splifs and roaches Just taking the honest approach with hidden motives So I said hey panic (hey) get deranged, brain damage Supplying raw behind the boards in a straight jacket Make a track with sample vocals and base 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 (haha) What goes around comes around I have to warn you I’m the karma from your past coming 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