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Paroles : Diary Of A Madman

The diary of a madman contains devilish thoughts
Grinned by the most sickest of minds
He's what these deranged men have to say

Yo, the witching hour, three in the morning, I'm brainstorming
You can catch me in your room in the night through a camcorder
I'm the most slaughter, you can catch [?] for wishes
Stalking and killing b*t*hes, leave the [?] with fishes
Spreading half wicked sickness all across the whole nation
We coming for you, so prepare for decapitation
I got the heads of enemies hanging on my wall
So every time I feel down and look at them and write some bars
I got your stand now for the mind
You can see my f**king face staring at you through the night
You can call me Grave Digger, by the way, I open minds
Digging up your graves with the shovel and the rhymes
Picking the axe is the way I'll bring it back
For the pits of wrath, you can hear your voice collapse
Diary of a madman, no tense
From the horrorcore klique, coming at you once again
Motherf**kers

Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz in the head full of dread
Grew up in Hell, now I dwell in an Islamic temple
I'm fighting the holy war in the mental

I walk the towel [?] straight to the heavens
I'm having is the [?] then I eat [?] Jesus's feet
Stinking like mud, yeah, while I'm drinking his blood
I'm [?], kanker the juice
Crucify more Jews, hangs himself on the noose
in half
My name's Aaron, [?] sh*t [?] path
Turn water into wine and smoke weed 'till I'm the highest
I'm the king at the [?] at the [?]
It's the horrorcore klique [?] the chosen people
Sacrificing animals and killing anything I never see is evil
heroine like you wouldn't know I even pick the parasol
Double A spits and drops down the walls of Jericho
Digging graves for emcees cuz when they battle rap me
Ha, they act like they're too scared to flow

Look deep in my eyes you see visions of death
Possessed by homicide is what I am obsessed
Giving n***as brain dimples
Dragging they a**es on my hook by they temples
Stompin' on your bones [?] the fine powder
Cuz an earthquake [?] my [?] on my mind's power
My rhymes gather the diary of a madman
bodies apart and inflamin' trash cans
I'm six feet deep underneath human feet
But I'll break out of my casket as soon as I choose to leave
Who can be equivalent to this mystical lyricist?
it is on reflection and it said why you so serious
Ratin' flows meditatin' on the top of pyramids
Kickin' freestyles to the sounds of snappin' ligaments
All the [?] combine with the head in on some vitamins
livin' a good life
Rappin' on Death Row with [?]
An [?] dream is never [?] the screams

First I'll a**a**inate him, and then I cremate him
Then take all of his f**king ashes and evaporate him
I'll creep through the graveyard and haunt down your tombstones
Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your f**king bones

Yo, you'll mentally be challenged by the nightmares in a damaged brain
C1N1K1LL's more brutal than the life of anything
Everything will pay, there's the emo [?] drains
When they finally find you, you'll be [?] remains
Demonic inhabitants destroys you with elegance
I don't give a sh*t bout your pu**y intelligence
Like Christopher Lee, I'll take your a** to my castle
Paranormal Activity that's when you're so [?]
You'll get dropped to the [?] pastor's [?]
Here's a tiny sample of my rotting enamel
Puppets of prophets, [?]
Like the [?] from the dirty [?]
C1N1K1LL will spit vomit, they're psychothic, keep rotting
All you sl*ts on Myspace better leave me in comments
I'm pounding your head with hammers before I break out the drill
You tryna haunt me, n***a, I ain't tryna hear it
Buck buck buck, I'll give your a** a holy spirit
You tryna haunt me, n***a, I ain't tryna hear it
Buck buck buck, I'll give your a** a holy spirit