| I got on stage and all I see is fuckin' legs runnin'
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| Nobody wanna battle me, they know I’m head huntin'
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| Represent the underground, dark force like Boba Fett
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| Venomous saliva like I’m spittin' from a cobra’s head
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| An acrobatic jack-o-lantern, I’m immaculate
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| Attack ya like the crackling jackal you should evacuate
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| I still tag with spray paint, wearing skull face paint
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| These days rappers are less filling but taste great
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| I’m still a cannibal, a human with an AIDS fang
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| I’m still as stupid as I was back in the eighth grade
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| My tongue’s fully loaded, clip in a Baryshnikov
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| So tell your bitch to cancel Christmas if you piss me off
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| I’m the little monster and I’m from the Addams Family
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| Eat your fuckin' heart and then I’ll feast on your anatomy
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| Skulls are shattering, I spit assault and battery
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| So douse you in battery acid to form a flattery
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| Yo
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| Mercury Rising, rise a wave of Poseidon
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| Abrasive arrival, basically spiral
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| Viral eight headed Hydra?
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| Amen-Ra, Amon Duul, Dawn World rise on all of you
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| My pawns can cut a king in two, my songs are filled with fortitude
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| Fortress fortified from you so you can not contain
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| Break a Bat’s back like Bane
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| Take you there then set it off
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| I’m Raw, Long Live The King/Kane
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| C’mon y’all and let if fuel
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| Dead and spread the residue
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| Residence is Evil
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| Run a fever turn to zombie, Walking Dead
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| Inoculate the populate
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| Apocalyptic red, assignment Omega Red
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| Event Horizon dead environment now I’m firing
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| Driving nails through my palms
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| I’ve arrived in many forms and this is one
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| Paint it black then Pitch it Black like Riddick
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| Rap acidic, admit it, it’s analytic
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| Staring at different beta testing form it’s written
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| I’m creative as alpha K-9, take my time to kill like Cujo
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| Fill numerical lines, Sudoku
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| Y’all just Death Machine’s so beautiful
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| Yo, if you ask me where the gat at I’m automatically mad at you
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| Tapping into your brain and drain the reigns like a catheter
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| Rising Cane/'caine like a trafficker, could probably maim your ambassador
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| I live a wild life, I should move the label to Africa
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| Rhyme a genius, fans to greet us, think I channeled Jesus
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| You plan to beat us, nah you really want a chance to meet us
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| You can’t believe this, you jumpier than a trampoline is
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| Your pansy demons all divas, a bunch of Angelinas
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| I ran arenas in tan Adidas, commanding leaders
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| You fuck around, get checked early like cancer screeners
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| I gotta break the bad news man, you can’t defeat us
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| We the meanest, while you fruity like a tangerine is
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| I stand the leanest, my mammoth penis bigger than the planet Venus
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| Cameron Diaz saw it now she understands why I’m elitist
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| She’s mad when she can’t see me like fan of Serena’s
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| I am the zenith of MCing, Esoteric heaters
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| Let’s play a game of Who Kills Who First
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| Unemployed but I guarantee you my tools work
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| I’m at the Head Banger’s Ball with guitars and sawed off shot
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| The breakfast master ready for the toast of the pop
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| Pray for my enemies even though I’m not religious
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| I do it just in case the good Lord wanna keep 'em living
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| Insert the clip in my bitch, pull back her long nails
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| The sights on the top rails, she a motherfuckin' bomb shell
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| Y’all some clumsy soap handlers
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| And if you snort my brand of gun powder, leave your nose cancerous
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| No one want drama so let’s move onto the snuff films
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| Documents of me stretching your face into a duck bill
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| So who the fuck real? |
| (Me)
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| I know for one it’s the Army and the Swollen savages
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| Rollin' with ratchets
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| And holding world records for dome crackin' batting averages
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| Sink your Battleship with one stroke when I smack a bitch
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| Titled
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| It’s like somebody threw a penny in the wishing well and wished for Hell
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| I wish that AIDS would attack all your white blood cells
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| My peace offering? |
| A blanket that my grandma made
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| Which I infected with a strain of the bubonic plague
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| I spread famine, I slam body parts inside of cannons
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| Shootin' over castle walls, somewhere over blood’s landing
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| I’m dancin' in red rain, insane as Charles Manson
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| Examine my brain, all my slain victims are chanting my name
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| Fuck the talk, I slice tongues from faces
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| Tightening Nike laces, stormin' enemies bases
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| Dueling at ten paces, a trail of cold cases
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| I’m right up in your face but my mind’s in a million places
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| Best believe I’m wicked study tetrahedron physics
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| Step inside a portal that resembles flowing liquid
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| Foes inflected and boa constricted till they eyes are poppin'
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| My concoction of hydra toxins will leave your body droppin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Colossal Beasts , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Beautiful Death Machine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп