Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colossal Beasts, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Beautiful Death Machine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.03.2013
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Colossal Beasts |
| I got 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 the crackling jackal you should evacuate |
| I still tag with spray paint, wearing skull face paint |
| These days rappers are less filling but taste great |
| I’m still a cannibal, a human with an AIDS fang |
| I’m still as stupid as I was back in the eighth grade |
| My tongue’s fully loaded, clip in a Baryshnikov |
| So tell your bitch to cancel Christmas if you piss me off |
| I’m the little monster and I’m from the Addams Family |
| Eat your fuckin' heart and then I’ll feast on your anatomy |
| Skulls are shattering, I spit assault and battery |
| So douse you in battery acid to form a flattery |
| Yo |
| Mercury Rising, rise a wave of Poseidon |
| Abrasive arrival, basically spiral |
| Viral eight headed Hydra? |
| Amen-Ra, Amon Duul, 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/Kane |
| 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 firing |
| Driving 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 |
| Staring at different beta testing form it’s written |
| I’m creative as alpha K-9, take my time to kill like Cujo |
| Fill numerical lines, Sudoku |
| Y’all just Death Machine’s so beautiful |
| Yo, if you ask me where the gat at I’m automatically mad at you |
| Tapping into your brain and drain the reigns like a catheter |
| Rising Cane/'caine like a trafficker, could probably maim your ambassador |
| I live a wild life, I should move the label to Africa |
| Rhyme a genius, fans to greet us, think I channeled 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, commanding 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 fan of Serena’s |
| I am the zenith of MCing, Esoteric heaters |
| Let’s play a game of Who Kills Who First |
| Unemployed but I guarantee you my tools work |
| I’m at the Head Banger’s Ball with guitars and sawed off shot |
| The breakfast master ready for the toast of the pop |
| Pray for my enemies even though I’m not religious |
| I do it just in case the good Lord wanna keep 'em living |
| Insert the clip in my bitch, pull back her long nails |
| The sights on the top rails, she a motherfuckin' bomb shell |
| Y’all some clumsy soap handlers |
| And if you snort my brand of gun powder, leave your nose cancerous |
| No one want drama so let’s move onto the snuff films |
| Documents of me stretching your face into a duck bill |
| So who the fuck real? |
| (Me) |
| I know for one it’s the Army and the Swollen savages |
| Rollin' with ratchets |
| And holding world records for dome crackin' batting averages |
| Sink your Battleship with one stroke when I smack a bitch |
| Titled |
| It’s like somebody threw a penny in the wishing well and wished for Hell |
| I wish that AIDS would attack all your white blood cells |
| My peace offering? |
| A blanket that my grandma made |
| Which I infected with a strain of the bubonic plague |
| I spread famine, I slam body parts inside of cannons |
| Shootin' over castle walls, somewhere over blood’s landing |
| I’m dancin' in red rain, insane as Charles Manson |
| Examine my brain, all my slain victims are chanting my name |
| Fuck the talk, I slice tongues from faces |
| Tightening Nike laces, stormin' enemies bases |
| Dueling 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 tetrahedron physics |
| Step inside a portal that resembles flowing liquid |
| Foes inflected and boa constricted till they eyes are poppin' |
| My concoction of hydra toxins will leave your body droppin' |