| Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery
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| Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery
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| Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery
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| Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery
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| Blood rushing excitement, eternity of darkness
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| Trust me, you don’t want to start this, I’m heartless
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| Colder than this, this is some rip your face apart shit
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| Department for the clinicly insane, my apartment
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| Transmit total derangement, an engaging engagement
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| Crystal prism, abstract expressionism
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| I’m back, from vision, empressionist on a mission
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| Battling psychopaths, slightly sick and twisted
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| Social butterfly in a glove, double fisted
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| Silver streak, mean rays of purple haze
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| White widow, the flames, ponder in his veins
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| Now, wandering in days, no signs of weakness
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| How can you critique this, can’t even compete with
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| The ultra electric, startling when battling
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| Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery
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| Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery
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| Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy
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| Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy
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| Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy
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| Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy
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| You can be all in my face without toxic fool
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| You can be all in my face, but I could lose my cool
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| My attempt to hold back could backfire on you
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| My new identity is an entity to the tone of two
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| My totally true tongue ties titanium in two
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| To the places that we roam, tombstones are overgrown
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| Projects are overblown, reflections are never shown
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| Connections are never cloned, sucessions are over the phone
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| Like my vocal catacomb, that knows to abandon homes
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| Since those, from nine to five to collide with my form
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| My forum’s held Saturday, Sunday and Monday
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| Maybe one day, you’ll learn how to do it the Prev One way
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| Until then, I kill them until they get it straight
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| When they move for the bigger fish, focused on the bait
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| In this audio bizarre, noone knows who you are
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| No descendents of Ham, no babies are taught
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| Leave the black in the cold and the cold in the bar
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| Like a shifted momentum, who would’ve thought
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| Anyone could contend them, I’ll bend them
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| And send them to the lions in the kingdom
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| Death by invitation, torturing teens in bondage
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| Approaching a scene, mentally unharnessing carnage
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| Hell hath no fury, pathological liar
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| Tails, halos and horns, kings of sinful desire
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| The ultimate degenerate, iron chain lashing
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| Knife weilding, eye gouging and scalpel flashing
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| The cult classic, with intense scenes of gore
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| Imploding my load as I melt into the floor
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| A sexual awakaning, sadistic hypnotist
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| Poisinous tantrest, switch to dominatrix
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| Distorted form of forbid of flesh for sensation
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| Mind of a serial killer, locked concentration
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| Sweet taste of bliss, in from the Holy Grail
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| Now hold the hand of pleasure as we hitch hike to hell |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Assault & Battery , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Balance Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп