Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diary Of A Madman, artist - Scarface. Album song Mr. Scarface Is Back, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Diary Of A Madman |
Yo anybody seen my diary? |
Oh there it is. |
I gotta write this shit down. |
Check it out. |
Dear Diary, I’m having a little problem |
I cant make it by myself maybe you can help me solve em |
I’m confused and I dont know what to do |
I’m hoping you can help me cause there’s no one else to talk to I want to die, but it ain’t for me I try to talk to my dad, but my old man ignores me He says I’m delirious |
And I drink too much, so he doesnt take me serious |
But little does he know I’m really losing it I got a head, but aint no screws in it |
I be thinking deep |
Thats one of the reasons at night I cant sleep |
I thought it would change when I was older |
But even now I’m still peeping over my shoulder |
Theres your life after death too |
And what about the man with the cane and the black suit? |
And what about cancer? |
Too many motherfucking questions, and not enough answers |
Aint no use in trying |
We might as all face it we were all born dying |
Theres a black book in Brad’s hands |
And its the diary of a madman |
Dear diary today I hit a nigga with a torch |
Shot him on his face and watched him die on his front porch |
Left his family heartbroken |
Flashbacks of him laying there bleeding with his eyes open |
I cant put the shit behind me |
I’m know I’m here somewhere, but I cant find me I used to be a drug dealer |
On the for reala, now I’m a born killer |
And it aint no changing me It used to be hard, but now it aint no thing to me To go up to a niggas house |
Put a pistol in his mouth, and blow his fucking brains out |
No doubt if you cross then I’ma take ya Cause I’m a fucking killer by nature |
You got an M11, bring your weapon |
Huh, I got an AK-47 |
It’s gonna be a bloody Sunday |
Cause your fucking with a nigga like Bundy |
And I was taught not to kill |
Like a Vietnam vet with a thousand yard stare |
So welcome to the slaughterhouse nigga |
Redrum and I’ma be the grave digger |
And if you want to cap, come cap me |
I’m trigger happy like my great-grandpappy |
Just watch for the chrome in my right hand |
My second entry from the diary of a madman |
Dear diary, help me cause I’m frantic |
S-sometimes I think I’m going schizophrantic |
The world’s looking dark for instance |
Maybe cause I’m looking from a distance |
But then again I wear a blindfold |
Staring at the motherfucking world with my eyes closed |
To myself I’m a stranger |
Walking in the foot steps of danger |
It’s a long path ahead of me |
I gotta get somewhere cause everybody here is scared of me |
I had a job but they fired me My wife walked out now I’m living in my diary |