HIGHTYDE [SATAN]
Who are you?
[From this day forth, you will begin writing in a journal]
A journal?
[You will call it your Diary]
Diaries are for girls!
[Everynight you will write in this diary]
What do you want me to write about?
[Everything that happens to you
everything you see, everything you hear]
Okay!
[I want you to become your diary]
I will become!
[Okay, begin writing]
Okay, here I go
[Go!]

HIGHTYDE
Entry number one, rap songs pop like bubble-gum
fumble-up, um, my bum's on the duck pond
feel free to jump on the band-wagon
sand-baggin' with his pants saggin', it's the most bragginest!
the only one singular thing I'm lacking is...
mayonaise and ketchup, on my sandwhiches
cut too deep and blood seeps through bandages
I creep, but I'm not a freak like Phantom is!
I rock bling-bling-cha-ching-bling and Atticus
and zap emcees like bee stings and cactuses
I'm so unknown, I'm back-packing hits
so dope, rappers ask me what track is this?
a sick batch of six-pack packing savages
afraid of having this, sado-massachist, say ish,
I just may spit some passages (I just may spit some passages)

HIGHTYDE
Every, fear inside of me
is hidden and written in Dear Diary
every page contains a sheer variety
of pure anxienty, Dear Diary
(x2)

HIGHTYDE
Entry number two, doom is coming soon
practice Wicca with a capital "W"
I'm not this bad, it's just Witch Craft
Christ told me to switch back to this rap
and sit back and just laugh at emcees that mismatch
and dispatch a sick rap that gives fans a whip-lash
TIK, who knew you'd get this mad?
Knightmare Records is just a chick-band
with no legs to stand on, just a kick-stand
you sunk your own label, like it was quick-sand
you've got less heart and smarts than the Tin-Man
you're one half retard and part chimpanze
Praise the Lord I'm not with you, I lift hands
the only thing you do now is sit and lick stamps
I bet everyday you pray and wish that
You could just take your kids back (Oh Lord!)

HIGHTYDE
Every, fear inside of me
is hidden and written in Dear Diary
every page contains a sheer variety
of pure anxienty, Dear Diary
(x2)

PHANTOM PARANORMAL
Entry number three, I can remember
Happened around the 1st of November
Met my dream and drove to meet a Knightmare member
CEO, pressed records in Chicago and St Louis
But lil' did I know he was just trying to screw me
200 hundred dollars here, want more money there
Came to your crib slash studio never ever were you prepared
Sampled a few tracks, you didn't wanted them ever to leak
Probably cause in 1986 was your rapping peak
You're too old for the game when you think Wu is underground
Wanting me to sell out with a leap and bound
I was gonna have blue contacts and wear a red hoodie
Tyde was going to be your next "Em" as you sat there and boo'd me
I'm sorry son I had to pull your cord
Your rip off of Thighmastas beats and slow rap got me bored
I had to keep my own style and stay true to myself
As your supposive records stay on your pretend shelves

HIGHTYDE
Every, fear inside of me
is hidden and written in Dear Diary
every page contains a sheer variety
of pure anxienty, Dear Diary
(x4)