Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colossal Beasts, artist - Madchild. Album song War Syndrome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGZ
Song language: English
Colossal Beasts |
| I get on stage and all I see is fuckin' legs runnin' |
| Nobody wanna battle me, they know I’m head huntin' |
| Represent the underground, dark force like Boba Fett |
| Venomous saliva like I’m spittin' from a cobra’s head |
| An acrobatic jack-o-lantern, I’m immaculate |
| Attack ya like a cackling jackal, you should evacuate |
| I still tag with spray paint, wearin' skull face paint |
| These days rappers are less fillin' but taste great |
| I’m still a cannibal, a human with an ape’s frame |
| I’m still as stupid as I was back in the eighth grade |
| My tongue’s a fully loaded clip in a Baryshnikov |
| So tell your bitch to cancel Christmas if you piss me off |
| I’m the little monster but not from the Addams Family |
| Eat your fuckin' heart and then I’ll feast on your anatomy |
| Skulls are shatterin', I spit assault and battery |
| So dousin' you in battery acid is a form of flattery |
| Verse 2: Prevail |
| Yo, Mercury Rising, ride the wave of Poseidon |
| Abrasive arrival, basically spiral, viral eight headed Hydra, Cairo |
| Amen-Ra, Amon Düül, Dawn World rise on all of you |
| My pawns can cut a king in two, my songs are filled with fortitude |
| Fortress fortified from you, so you can not contain |
| Break a Bat’s back like Bane, take you there then set it off |
| I’m Raw, long live the King, c’mon y’all and let if fuel |
| Dead and spread the residue, Residence is evil, run a fever |
| Turn to zombie, Walking Dead, Inoculate the populate |
| Apocalyptic red, assignment Omega Red |
| Event Horizon dead environment, now I’m firin', drivin' |
| Nails through my palms, I’ve arrived in many forms and this is one |
| Paint it black, then Pitch it Black like Riddick, rap acidic |
| Admit it, it’s analytic, starin' at different beta testing form is written |
| I’m creative as Alpha K-9, take my time to kill like Cujo |
| Fill numerical lines, Sudoku, yo this Death Machine’s so beautiful (yea, yo) |
| If you ask me where the gat at I’m automatically mad at you |
| Tappin' into ya brain and drainin' veins like a catheter |
| Raisin' cane like a trafficker, probably maim your ambassador |
| I live a wild life, I should move the label to Africa |
| I’m a genius, fans that greet us think I channel Jesus |
| You plan to beat us, nah, you really want a chance to meet us |
| You can’t believe this, you jumpier than a trampoline is |
| Your pansy demons all divas, a bunch of Angelinas |
| I ran arenas in tan Adidas, commandin' leaders |
| You fuck around, get checked early like cancer screeners |
| I gotta break the bad news man, you can’t defeat us |
| We the meanest, while you fruity like a tangerine is |
| I stand the leanest, my mammoth penis bigger than the planet Venus |
| Cameron Diaz saw it now she understands why I’m elitist |
| She’s mad when she can’t see me like a fan of Cena’s |
| I am the zenith of emceein', Esoteric heaters |
| Let’s play a game of «Who Kills Who First» (huh) |
| Unemployed but I guarantee you my tools work (pow) |
| I’m at the Head Banger’s Ball with guitars and sawed off shots (shots, shots, |
| shots…) |
| The breakfast master ready for the toaster to pop (pop, pop, pop…) |
| Pray for my enemies even though I’m not religious (No!) |
| I do it just in case the good Lord wanna keep 'em livin' (Haha!) |
| Insert the clip in my bitch, pull back her long nails |
| The sights on the top rail, she a motherfuckin' bomb shell (Aww!) |
| Y’all some clumsy soap handlers |
| And if you snort my brand of gun powder, leave your nose cancerous (Ahh!) |
| No one want drama, so let’s move to the snuff films |
| Documents of me stretchin' your face into a duck bill (Faggot!) |
| So who the fuck real? |
| (Me!) I know for one it’s |
| The Army and the Swollen savages, rollin' with ratchets (Rrraaa!) |
| And holdin' world records for dome crackin' battin' averages (Aww!) |
| Sink your Battleship with one stroke when I smack a bitch |
| (Titled!) |
| It’s like somebody threw a penny in the wishin' well and wished for Hell |
| I wish that AIDS would attack all your white blood cells |
| My peace offerin'? |
| A blanket that my grandma made |
| Which I infected with a strain of the bubonic plague |
| I spread famine, I’m slammin' body parts inside of cannons |
| Shootin' over castle walls, somewhere over blood’s landin' |
| I’m dancin' in Red Rain, insane as Charles Manson |
| Examine my brain, all my slain victims are chantin' my name |
| Fuck the talk, I slice tongues from faces |
| Tightenin' Nike laces, stormin' enemies' bases |
| Duelin' at ten paces, a trail of cold cases |
| I’m right up in your face, but my mind’s in a million places |
| Best believe I’m wicked study tetrahedral physics |
| Step inside a portal that resembles glowing liquid |
| Foes inflicted and boa constricted 'til they eyes are poppin' |
| My concoction of hydra toxins will leave your body droppin' |