Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diary of a Madman, artist - Gravediggaz. Album song L'original clando, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cut killer
Song language: English
Diary of a Madman |
lady |
judge |
lady |
judge [I said order in the court now! |
Now, before this |
court passes judgement, will the four defendents |
please rise and approuch the bench] |
gravedigga [Trust me guys, it’s all under control |
the judge is my uncle, he’ll take the |
insanity plea… oh yeah, don’t foget |
my retained balance.] |
judge [Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity |
claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hidous murders. |
Can you please explain |
to the court how these so called spirits made |
you into these RAVING MADMEN!!!] |
Verse One: Scientific Shabazz |
Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism |
The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism |
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead |
I come forth with gravediggaz in a head full of dread |
I’ve been examined ever since I was seamen |
They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon |
At birth the nurses surrounded my with needles |
and drugged me all up with the deseases of evil |
Grew up in hell, now I dwell, in an Islamic Temple |
I’m fighting a holy war in the mental |
Look deep into my eyes, you’ll see visions of death |
Possessed by homicide is what I’m obsessed |
Giving niggaz brain dimples |
Dragging they asses on my hook by they temples |
The cause of death is unknown to the cops |
Cause when I kill them, I’m not leavin one element to autopse |
First I’ll assasinate em And them I’ll cremate them |
and take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate em Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone |
Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones |
You try to haunt me nigga, I aint trying to hear it Buck Buck Buck, I’ll give your ass a holy spririt. |
gravedigga [stressed full, try to avoid all impure |
thoughts. |
I am loosing my mind. |
. |
.] |
judge [Can you please explain to the court when these |
problems first began?] |
Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector |
The year 84, November, day 10 |
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil gen |
I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years |
Of blood sweat and tears |
I saw the tourture brutal murder of my father |
So my brain became stained with the horror |
I’m having reoccuring nightmares |
Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair |
I got tackled with handcuffs |
And shackled in restraint |
At the bottom of a holy tabernacle |
They gave me nothing to eat for two weeks |
And sewed my eye lids open so I couldn’t sleep |
About to die from thirst, that’s when the minister |
quinched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar |
Upon my wounds they seasoned my with salt |
And nailed my hands feet to the form of the cross |
AHH! |
I cry |
As the blood drips inside of my eye |
refusing to die |
Visions of hell tormented my face |
So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape. |
guy [ oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta |
esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca |
carajo, cono] |
judge [ Calm down people, please calm down |
Let us please procede with the |
defendents explanation ] |
Verse Three: Killer Priest |
Enta the realms of understanding |
And take good heed |
And you could bleed |
While I’m standing |
Three stages of pure hell |
Justications of red cells |
Path is dull and narrow |
You’re stalked by a shadow |
I pierced your skull with a fucking arrow |
So narrow, only one could enter at a time |
Stuck in the center, read the signs |
A thousand doors to choose |
You better hurry |
Don’t stop, shit is getting hot as a pot of curry |
On your right side there’s fire |
On you left, deep waters |
Watch your step, it’s deep waters! |
What’s that coming through the floor? |
It’s a claw |
(AHHH!!) |
Verse Four: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper |
Stroll thruogh the dark conditions |
I stone you till I see sparks of friction |
I chop ya like a coal miner |
Then combine the drug |
And mix it with your blood |
Some more |
I give you some more |
And watch you crawl |
Guts hit the floor |
Worms that dig your pores |
I trick ya, ha, then I’m quick to syringe |
Deep into my thoughts and bust out your skin |
You scream, portraits of inflictable pain |
You can’t stand |
You’re up to your hands in quick sand |
You’re sinking and sinking deep into the earth |
Thoughts was possessed since the first day of birth |
My mental says it’s my turn to possess the matta |
Stab you with a dagga |
Of Jacob’s Ladder |
Thoughts become shattered, confused, and tragic |
Fiery thoughts of Gravediggaz. |
.. |
judge |