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2. Mind ********. OhDiabolic)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZiEfpgT95M

[hook]
No rules
when Diabolic minds fuses with
a haunted mic spit from a black dude
Niggas with attitudes, don't fill in these shoes

Never scared, his mind already crossed "maniacal"
while im haunting kids at Burger King. Its advisable
that you drop your b***h fits and lay your p***y down for a quick hit
Overdose on roofies and regurgitating from the roof to the sea

(Verse 1: GhostlyMark)
in split speed, i spit real clean like soft b***h in ******** followers diving into my slipstream, get off me you millipede
find your own lips and some god damn music sheets.
But when a random ho is pointing at my pants and on her knees,
i feed her skin with the butts of fresh blunts of tobacco and weed
choppin' off heads, shove them on sticks to protect me from the beast
but killed off the peace minded fellow that knew that it was within me
i still let it free, causing earthquakes, head aches and migraines
mouths covered with duct tapes of the victims rebelling my escapades
whips to your back like a slaves when my success of genocide has come to ******** it, people mad that im not in an asylum on an abandoned island
i'll go away, but not like an abused child. i got others that can appeal to my style

[hook]

(Verse 2: OhDiabolic -)
Im The Shadowy Figure Outside Your Doorstep,
Rain Pours Hard As I ******** With the Hormones Of The Animals,
The Sheep Start Hopping While The Rabbits Become Cannibals,
Sipping On The Blood of the Wicked Like Warm Danimals,
The Aura Of Fear , Yea , I Channel Those ,
Creeping Ever Closer To Your Humble Abode,
You Start To Choke On The Air But It Sounds Like Laughter,
The Toxin You Receive Is Happiness and Cyanide,
a Mixture That Gives The Aroma Of a Cows Hide,
From My Cloak You Only See Me Smile From Ear To Ear,
Red Eyes Yellow Teeth With a Scythe On My Back,
The Shadow Drags Your Bodies Into My Cloak While Keeping Them Intact,
Using Them For My Puppet Collection For My Own Sexual Purposes,
Hung From Metal Hooks Are Your Rotting Corpses , There Isnt A Worse Death Then This

[hook]

[Outro]
DUN DUN DUN DUN
probably....
the theme song to this little episode
..reckless...dont take this seriously

4. Slow Days
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUHoCvB6quo
strapped bombs on innocent victims just for fun
but i can get away if i put a mic next to their brain
scribbling notes in my notepad in my "bach" pad
bumping to shad while fags are being broadcasted
silly lyrics traveling to the soiled mic as they spit
main idea: so many bitches are around me for my d**k
cracked my pen, ripped my paper and searched for blunt wraps
and the brown paper bag concealing my mishaps and relapses
reminisce the times where i threw mad shots at walls
to relieve my anger at the world like how girls hate carbs
hopped into the car to fill it with a special gas
lose your mind and see the world with a happy mask
with some friends, we slurred words planning domination
cocked guns, equipped swords and went on an expedition
slid tires, drift around a corner to a gas station
parallel parked in bank, laughing with a blind passion
found myself with red eyes, rudolph with the sniffles
headaches as hard as bitches nipples in the winter
scruffling through my notes, s**t was covered in coke
visiting my coke head days, reasons why my rhymes were dope(1:21)


yea...

had a long day...


(1:42)
wiplash got me harder than whips to the back
i scream the pain like rape on doomsday
look out to the scenery where the sun set
and met the delusions in my mind where the weed left
i then stare at the dull knife next to the pipe
lusting for blood, these days im a stick in the mud
sensed a reaction within me, questiong satisfaction
grabbed the knife and resumed my murderous actions