Diary Of A Madman Lyrics - Singles - Gravediggaz

They killed my baby, oh, God, they killed my baby 

(Order in the court, order in the court) 

I will make you pay for this you murderers 

(Order in the court, order in the court) 

(I said order in the court now) 

Now, before this court passes judgement 

Will the four defendant please, rise and approach the bench 

Trust me guys, it's all under control 

The judge is my uncle, he'll take the insanity plea 

Oh, yeah, don't forget my retained balance 

Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity 

Claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hideous murders 

Can you please explain to this court 

How these so called spirits made you into these raving madmen? 

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 semen 

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 diseases 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 a 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 ain't trying to hear it 

Buck, Buck, Buck, I'll give your ass a Holy Spirit 

Stressed full, try to avoid all impure thoughts, I am loosing my mind 

Can you please explain to this court when these problems first began? 

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 torture brutal murder of my father 

So my brain became stained with the horror 

I'm having reoccurring 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 

Quenched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar 

Upon my wounds they seasoned me with salt 

And nailed my hands, feet to the form of the cross, ah, 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 

Oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta 

Esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca, carajo, cono 

Calm down people, please, calm down 

Let us please, proceed with the defendants explanation 

Enta the realms of understanding 

And take good heed and you could bleed 

While I'm standing, three stages of pure hell 

Justifications of red cells, rain drops hits the pelv 

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, took his fucking ass to the fucking core 

Stroll through 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 

Guilty, next case