Diddy the Dittler, he did what he did,
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
He had the fame, the fortune, the show,
But secrets in the shadows started to grow,
With a stash of baby oil hidden away,
Diddler did dirty in the darkest way.
From the high life to the cold, hard cell,
Now Diddy's sittin' where he fits so well,
Caught red-handed, and the truth came to light,
Baby oil and lies-it's one hell of a sight!
Diddy the Dittler, he did what he did,
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
Diddle-dee, Diddle-dum, secrets start to seep,
Baby oil bottles hidden way too deep,
No excuses left, no more running free,
Now Diddler's got bars and no privacy.
The evidence stacked, the rumors all true,
Baby oil found where no one knew,
He thought he could hide, but there's no escape,
Now Diddy's wrapped up in his own sticky fate.
No more fancy cars, no more clubbing at night,
Just cold metal cuffs and fluorescent lights,
The world took note of the mess he made,
Now Diddy's in prison-justice finally paid.
Diddy the Dittler, he did what he did,
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
Behind those walls, now the truth unfolds,
The baby oil trails, and the stories he told,
He thought he was slick, thought he could slide,
But no more hiding-there's nowhere to hide.
From penthouse suites to concrete floors,
Diddler won't be slipping through those prison doors,
No more escaping the life that he built,
Now he's paying the price, drowning in guilt.
Diddy the Dittler, he did what he did,
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
Diddle-dee, Diddle-dee, it's the end of the line,
Baby oil bottles left far behind,
No redemption, no escape from the shame,
Diddler's in prison-and he's earned that name.
Peter Boykin - P Ditty The Diddlers Fall Lyrics
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Diddy the Dittler, he did what he did,
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
He had the fame, the fortune, the show,
But secrets in the shadows started to grow,
With a stash of baby oil hidden away,
Diddler did dirty in the darkest way.
From the high life to the cold, hard cell,
Now Diddy's sittin' where he fits so well,
Caught red-handed, and the truth came to light,
Baby oil and lies-it's one hell of a sight!
Diddy the Dittler, he did what he did,
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
Diddle-dee, Diddle-dum, secrets start to seep,
Baby oil bottles hidden way too deep,
No excuses left, no more running free,
Now Diddler's got bars and no privacy.
The evidence stacked, the rumors all true,
Baby oil found where no one knew,
He thought he could hide, but there's no escape,
Now Diddy's wrapped up in his own sticky fate.
No more fancy cars, no more clubbing at night,
Just cold metal cuffs and fluorescent lights,
The world took note of the mess he made,
Now Diddy's in prison-justice finally paid.
Diddy the Dittler, he did what he did,
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
Behind those walls, now the truth unfolds,
The baby oil trails, and the stories he told,
He thought he was slick, thought he could slide,
But no more hiding-there's nowhere to hide.
From penthouse suites to concrete floors,
Diddler won't be slipping through those prison doors,
No more escaping the life that he built,
Now he's paying the price, drowning in guilt.
Diddy the Dittler, he did what he did,
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
Diddle-dee, Diddle-dee, it's the end of the line,
Baby oil bottles left far behind,
No redemption, no escape from the shame,
Diddler's in prison-and he's earned that name.
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
He had the fame, the fortune, the show,
But secrets in the shadows started to grow,
With a stash of baby oil hidden away,
Diddler did dirty in the darkest way.
From the high life to the cold, hard cell,
Now Diddy's sittin' where he fits so well,
Caught red-handed, and the truth came to light,
Baby oil and lies-it's one hell of a sight!
Diddy the Dittler, he did what he did,
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
Diddle-dee, Diddle-dum, secrets start to seep,
Baby oil bottles hidden way too deep,
No excuses left, no more running free,
Now Diddler's got bars and no privacy.
The evidence stacked, the rumors all true,
Baby oil found where no one knew,
He thought he could hide, but there's no escape,
Now Diddy's wrapped up in his own sticky fate.
No more fancy cars, no more clubbing at night,
Just cold metal cuffs and fluorescent lights,
The world took note of the mess he made,
Now Diddy's in prison-justice finally paid.
Diddy the Dittler, he did what he did,
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
Behind those walls, now the truth unfolds,
The baby oil trails, and the stories he told,
He thought he was slick, thought he could slide,
But no more hiding-there's nowhere to hide.
From penthouse suites to concrete floors,
Diddler won't be slipping through those prison doors,
No more escaping the life that he built,
Now he's paying the price, drowning in guilt.
Diddy the Dittler, he did what he did,
Now he's locked up, where he sure does fit,
He Diddle-ded the diddle, can't run from the spoil,
P Diddy's locked down-caught with all that baby oil!
Diddle-dee, Diddle-dee, it's the end of the line,
Baby oil bottles left far behind,
No redemption, no escape from the shame,
Diddler's in prison-and he's earned that name.
Writer: Peter Boykin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid