Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swallowed, artist - Noisia. Album song Devil May Cry, in the genre Драм-н-бэйс
Date of issue: 07.01.2013
Record label: Division
Song language: English
Swallowed |
I was told to find sweetness in the blacker berry |
Back at the telly, with an African queen backing Henny |
She said I’m the lightskin Makaveli |
I said no, I’m the lightskin Balotelli |
I don’t rap for anything, I got a stack of pennies |
Flaming hot nigga, my X Factor is factor 20 |
And the burden on my back is heavy |
I said the burden on my back is heavy |
Oh, you’re the king? |
Well if I don’t defeat ya when I’m Nina |
Hold your victory dance, I’m comin' back as Eddie |
I ain’t doing to bad, I’m getting a fatter belly |
And I’m having sex with a woman that’s more attractive than me |
She told me I’m an A-R-S-E-hole |
Pinched her on the bum, told her take it with a pinch of salt |
I told her I’m a pimp ho gigolo |
And swallowing sperm makes your titties grow, get involved |
10 men deep, roll in two cars |
When I go out, I go in too hard |
Maybe cause I drink sloe gin too fast |
Take it easy, take easy |
It’s the bad dream, back seat of the Addison taxi |
Living the sick life, I need a vaccine |
I’m light-years ahead |
This is what would’ve happened if Martin Luther King had a nightmare instead |
I keep waking up from the same dream |
Brain-freeze, sweating out tears as my face bleeds |
On the upper level, going up a level |
In the glasshouse, and I’m chucking pebbles |
A blood-sucking devil |
Washing sleeping pills down with fucking Red Bull |
Yeah I’m a fucking rebel |
Ask the boys in blue, nigga I’m on the system |
I’m a paralyzed, mute, walking, talking contradiction |
You don’t wanna hear it, but you wanna listen |
Yeah, you wanna listen |
Cause I’m Cassius Clay |
Back in the day and you’re Sonny Liston |
You don’t wanna come against him, cause it’s the |
One man band, noisier than Noisia |
And Noisia’s kicks are like Jean Van Damme |
Bam bam, bam |
You are one bad man |
With a black bag full of swag, like you just robbed Batman |
I’ll slap a bitch to another hair colour |
She can get the brunette to blonde backhand |
Or get the Hennessy, if she’s a Cognac fan |
But I’m on that sloe gin, floating, rolling |