A Day in the Life - Diabolic

Yo, check the method, please let the record reflect

I brought it back to the essence the second we met

Yo, bartender.

Hennessey and ten of these Beck’s beers

For every head here that’ll steadily rep (Yeah)

Pose a toast to what we’ll never regret (Cheers)

Here’s to you never pressing eject.

You know

The pedigree (Yes!).

The impression we left’s

The depth of craters from atomic weaponry tests

In the desert, so expect it from the records we press

Behead snakes who take credit like identity theft

(You're getting me vexed), so to keep your memory fresh

I’m mentally stressed, and, testing me, the penalty’s death

(The Devil’s reject) wishing my enemy’s flesh-

-‘ll get leprosy, yet I’m still heavenly blessed to be

The best you’ll ever see.

(No!), I’ll never be less

Than fire on stage—no pyrotechnic special effects

Smoked with Bob Marley’s ghost, getting respect

«Shot the Sheriff,» put two in the deputy’s chest (Yes yes y’all!)

(Yes, yes, y’all!) You don’t know the pleasure we get

It’s too much to measure like the U.S. Treasury debt

Specialty chef recipes with chemistry sets, selling

Celebrities meth if I ain’t getting these checks

And, on the crime scene, I allegedly crept, dressed

Like Ron Jeremy filming Seventies sex.

Now

A day in the life.

No, it ain’t nothing nice, so

I came to give you something real (Something real!)

Staying true to myself—fuck everybody else—yo

I really don’t care you feel (How you feel!)

Relaxed in the cut, drinking Jack in a cup

Freedom fighter chill with Muslims in the back of the bus, screaming

«As-salāmu ʿalaykum,» in the Vatican, much obliged

To cum inside Mary Magdalene’s guts.

Rappers

Come up like, «Why you such an arrogant fuck?»

‘Cause y’all are strapped to a harness that’s attached to my nuts

Y’all faggots are just (stuck up dicks) like catheters, plus

(Dudes are wack) I heard your newest track and it sucks

Now we’re scratching the surface—(nah!)—we're cracking the crust

Like asteroids 'til volcanic magma erupts

I’ve been traveling the planet, I’ve been stacking some bucks

So every dude in town Snoops around like Daz and Kurupt

(Enough!) You’re ‘bout to see my atoms combust

Like stars, we’re born in carbon form from magical dust

(Y'all are antimatter), meaning you don’t matter to us

Rebel Armz in formation, we’re attacking at dusk

Tactical rush in battle that’ll shatter and crush

Masonic Monuments, then build statues of us

In place to represent some real cats you can trust

Cracking a Dutch with a motherfucking animal’s tusk

What?

A day in the life.

No, it ain’t nothing nice, so

I came to give you something real (Something real!)

Staying true to myself—fuck everybody else—yo

I really don’t care you feel (How you feel!)