Living in My Own Head

[Verse 1 – Diabolic] I’m your live tour guide to see what I saw See, on my street’s an eye sore like styes deep inside pores I see myself as a beast combined with Guy Forbes Who feels the need to rhyme and lead the blind like seeing eye dogs I die for what I believe, what we survive for Beefing with evil crime lords who creep with a team of cyborgs Coming at me with knives, swords, and 9’s. I’m squeezing mine towards Fightin’ till hell is freezing with demons screamin’, “My lord!” I redefine raw, started deep in my core Whoever wants to set it off can feel free—July 4th They say my mind’s off and ‘Bolic’s got too strange Like Bush, Saddam, Hussein, and Obama watching Loose Change I’m ‘bout as humane as pouring pots of butane On you like “Drop some new rain” and lighting the hottest blue flame Mixing shots of Ukraine vodka with toxic new strains Of pot and watching you lames ride atop the food chain [Chorus x2 – Block McCloud] Living in my own head I’m a monster Voices in my skull said “Do what you got ta.” You are broke with no bread So do it proper Danger—this is code red No one can stop us [Verse 2 – Diabolic] My conduct provokes sluts that I trust are dolts Like, “’Bolic’s got screws loose. He always drops nuts and bolts.” That’s a fuckin’ joke, ho. You would open wide Expecting me to dump a load, swishing cum is no surprise You should sit at home and cry until you blow a guy And show your bipolar side with lows and highs like ocean tides I keep an open eye and focus my attention Or they’ll multiply like Gremlins soaked by the hose of a fire engine Vocalize attention on some “Crush, Kill, Destroy” Stress and when there’s nothing left, yes, I must fill the void I’m the real McCoy, sorry that I’m not respectful Dr. Jekyll’s drugs are in my blood at a toxic level I’m all gassed up—sparking this is flammable Exploding ‘cause they marketing these parlour tricks as magical I’m ‘bout as rational as starving vicious animals But still full of myself like a narcissistic cannibal [Chorus x2 – Block McCloud] [Verse 3 – Diabolic] I love my kids but hate the way their mothers talk Whores breaking balls like Roy Hobbs knocking a cover off I’m fucking lost. But who am I without the stress? Without the bills? Bouncing checks? Without the countless debt? I’m in the booth, feeling like I died a thousand deaths Well fans say, “Why the fuck haven’t you dropped your album yet?” I’ve been a recluse, choosin’ to be on house arrest And, honestly, I need to change a little like I’m Malcolm X Graff write, I turn rapper, runnin’ out of breath Same story, paintin’ masterpieces with the alphabet The day I sell’s an omen The gates of Hell are frozen People sleep more than narcoleptics takin’ melatonin My brain cells were chosen DNA’ll shape shift The Anunnaki goin’ kamikaze in his space ship I’m a silverback gorilla goin’ ape shit King Kong poundin’ his chest—Empire State shit [Chorus x2 – Block McCloud]