Diabolic - Hunter Is The Hunted Remix lyrics

[Diabolic] Imagine being driven crazy, but seeking greener pastures And the voices in your head are a bunch of demons screaming at ya Power to the people, make their egos shatter They're full of sh** leaking nothing but some fecal matter Paranoid like who's that peeking in my window It's the NSA and they're scheming on my info I don't like to talk, keep secrets within kin folk Face to face no phone, meeting up on Skid Row Police will come and tip toe, missions get aborted I really should of saw it but my vision was distorted Probably should have said no to this liquor when I poured it But I get twisted and record it, sh**s listener supported No state of the art equipment, we're playing the cards we're given It's a statement of our conviction like playing the yard in prison But I've been losing faith, not praying to God or wishing To me that sh** equates to praising Allah for Christians (hook by Tones) It's the torture, anger, the murder, disgust It's the envy, betrayal, the struggle, the lust Roaming when I'm home, it's the feeling when alone It's the torture, the anger, the murder, disgust It's the envy, betrayal, the struggle, the lust Roaming til I'm home, when I'm feeling all alone [Coast] I swing a bigger stick, nibble on your b**hes clit I eat like I got a dozen a**holes for sh**ting with f**ing electrifying stick my dick in an outlet I petrify guys having 'em sh**ting in they outfit Tear souls torn from out kids, don't doubt that I'm 'bout this Turn them into dust and throw they ashes off a mountain Return like the Third Reich and burn like a hippy Run 'em off the turnpike for s**ing like a hickey s**as shifty, b**hes must be on some Whitney 'Cause you c*nts is smoking crack if you think you f**ing with me And you could die right there and leave an ugly corpse I take your keys and do some doughnuts in your f**ing Porsche Piss me off bat swinging like a pendulum Do a Homi on your team like Swave, Pump and Pen and them For some Benjamins you could see the other side The hunter is the hunted so you better run and hide (Hook) [bu*tatones] Third eye awakening, flesh to the soul Cuffed to the fire, fed to the cold Locked in a dungeon, forgotten since a young'un Chased by my shadow and they not even coming Engaged in the battle, born on a different level Disheveled from the d**h, delivered by the devil Thoughts undefined, talking in rhyme Lost in the lines or it's all in my mind Chewed by the parasites, watched by the satellites Life in the stars, astrologers are sacrificed Diseased from distraught, disturbed by disgust At peace with the war and all that I've lust Songs from the coffin torn into portions Travel through the clarity, lost in distortion Many personalities coming by the hundred Got me in your scope but the hunter is the hunted (Hook)