Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swordfish, artist - Necro. Album song Brutality Part 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.09.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho + Logical, Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Swordfish |
Killing snakes that sidewind |
Tripping on Jakes &Drive-Bys |
Walk around high |
Sniffing a Thai eighth and five lines |
Five nines, hit you five times |
I’ll rise from the grave seven days after I die to spit flames |
Spit fireballs, spit volcanoes |
Spit molotovs at popstars, exploding bombs under cop cars |
Arms dealers that I met I bought nerve gas and laser rifles |
They CIA they take they names from the Bible |
Jesus specialised in chemical weapons and bio-robotics |
Met him in Cairo he was chilling with this guy Mohammed |
Ex-PLO Honcho, that went AWOL |
He sold black market organs at the CIA store |
They introduced me to they bro Moses |
Pulled out an eightball of that Grade-A shit, and froze noses |
Then they told me bout Ish and Isaac |
Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the other psychic |
They was after me, they was asking mad questions |
Jesus tells me he suspects they were hired by the Russians |
I always thought that they was cousins |
Who gives a fuck? |
fuck them faggots, when I see them I’ma buck them |
It’s a hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing |
Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing |
Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits |
it’s real, Swiss bank acounts and terrorists |
Blowing up buildings like Tyler Durden |
My minds perverted |
Eight women orgies, these congressmens wives are dirty |
Extroverted like Wild Wild West strippers |
And death lifts us, to higher levels |
I hire devils to kill other devils |
I the funds expensive? |
never any troubles |
Shoot outs because of my Uncle, Forever bubble |
Bombed the airport, jetted in the cherry red Porsche |
Catching head from this whore, that I met at the store |
Jesus had the Lamborghini and that bitch from Tahiti |
That liked to swallow ecstacy and sip some Martini |
A disturbed past, involving all types of terrorism |
I know how to dispense nerve gas through televisions |
Tera Patrick and Adriana Sage |
Undercover FBI agents that look great, and give fanastic brains |
Adriana Gave me a platinum chain |
A mercenary in this savage game, I Skyjacked the plane |
Assasins get fazed, thrown in stealth planes |
Exploding death pays, it’s gangsta |
You fucking faggots know the next phase |
You’ll get your dome X-rayed |
Kidnap you like los pepes |
'Til the chrome Tec spray |
You get pussy, I own sex slaves |
It’s God’s will, fuck with me you get shot and killed |
Chopped into pieces and stuffed in the trunk of a Bonneville |
Globetrot, smoke pot, with bitches that so hot |
They go to the Grammys wearing a see through dress and no bra |
No panties, fuck with me I’ll kill your whole family |
Cyanide now or later she choking on candy |
I choreographed the goriest massacres |
Bizzary to Africa |
No story is graphic-er |