Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anthrax Island , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Bad Dreams, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.11.2001
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Anthrax Island |
| Yo, I’m a cannibal on Anthrax Island |
| Dine on my victims swervin' through pylons |
| Chamber music, car parked in dungeons |
| Stun gun, never sound redundant, funded |
| I don’t give a fuck, more bang for your buck |
| You got shit to talk, you got’s dick to suck |
| Repent my sins, wipe the prints leave the crime |
| Cold-blooded killers with medieval minds |
| The sober overdose poems roam like freight trains |
| The shit is back on weight gain, powder |
| No one man stand prouder |
| Pitbull, test a fire of gun powder |
| Bright blue speck of light, cause from handstand |
| Dime in the jukebox, '65 Mustang |
| Pepsi Cola, palm tress, The Fonz |
| Mad stab with bayonet, girls spin baton |
| Three com platoon, full moon conquer |
| Longer, we stay in the lake we grow stronger |
| Molotov Cocktail, locked and loaded |
| Murder MC’s for free with no motive |
| Hard time relaxin', not used to taxes |
| Sick Vikings roll with crossbow axes |
| Bang this bitch plus, who you really down with? |
| I’m all around the world |
| You’re on some hangin' down town shit |
| (Prevail) |
| Yo, that shit was dope |
| (Mad Child) |
| Yo thanks Prev, yo rock that shit |
| (Prevail) |
| Two steps ahead, too hard to swallow this |
| Eye glass reflection tubes of astrologists |
| Stars, galaxies, galleries of harm’s way |
| Front and back row’s untamed |
| Crucial, using maximum amount of brain |
| Grinding the edge of my axe to stay awake |
| Lanes shifted, stay at a distance |
| Half my with the sentence, hail the viscous |
| Double helix, mumbling rejects |
| Hear in the rock terrible knuckles our defense |
| Buckle under the enormous pressure of my prez |
| Since I humble those with even the most eager of intentions |
| It hurts, when it works, in reverse and you find |
| That you truly have a mind of art |
| But your mouth doesn’t want to help you out |
| When you speak and all you do is spit a line of chalk |
| I’m responsible for this, invisible pulsars on the wrist |
| What’s a wrist, if you don’t believe that one exists |
| Gases on Venus, dancers in Vegas |
| Pull up by them other pits (Shiiit) you can’t mistake us |
| Eyes full of hunger, strive to pull you under |
| Eat a limited circle, speak in energy circles |
| Prevail One, The Rob The Viking, Mad Child |
| S and M we guaranteed, to breed the call of the wild |