Diabolic – Soldier's Logic Lyrics  Caution: You are now
annotating this song as  [Verse 1 - Diabolic] Soldier's logic,
capture the essence and hold it hostage Like passengers
controlling cockpits with loaded Glock clips  Won't stop 'til
pigs fly, solar comets Chased by exploding rockets through hell
while it's frozen solid  See, Nostradamus predicted the approach
of 'Bolic With a weapon arm like Megatron's shoulder socket Cuz
I'm the future, hold court and prosecute ya' 'til I cock the
Ruger and you're fucking history like Kama Sutra I'm worshiped
like God or Buddha or the tribe of Judah Cuz my medulla
oblongata got a cocked bazooka And I'll just shoot ya, while
vagabonds tag along Who are trained to operate on soldiers like
Trapper John Who want to bet I'm sick as seven plagues of
Babylon? Let's shake on it--I'll slap your palm so hard I'll
snap your arm The battle's on and you'll realize God is vengeful
With the odds against you like suicide bombing Muhammad's temple
I'm on your mental, so I'mma go from non