Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Assault & Battery, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Balance Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.09.2009
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Assault & Battery |
Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery |
Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery |
Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery |
Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery |
Blood rushing excitement, eternity of darkness |
Trust me, you don’t want to start this, I’m heartless |
Colder than this, this is some rip your face apart shit |
Department for the clinicly insane, my apartment |
Transmit total derangement, an engaging engagement |
Crystal prism, abstract expressionism |
I’m back, from vision, empressionist on a mission |
Battling psychopaths, slightly sick and twisted |
Social butterfly in a glove, double fisted |
Silver streak, mean rays of purple haze |
White widow, the flames, ponder in his veins |
Now, wandering in days, no signs of weakness |
How can you critique this, can’t even compete with |
The ultra electric, startling when battling |
Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery |
Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery |
Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy |
Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy |
Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy |
Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy |
You can be all in my face without toxic fool |
You can be all in my face, but I could lose my cool |
My attempt to hold back could backfire on you |
My new identity is an entity to the tone of two |
My totally true tongue ties titanium in two |
To the places that we roam, tombstones are overgrown |
Projects are overblown, reflections are never shown |
Connections are never cloned, sucessions are over the phone |
Like my vocal catacomb, that knows to abandon homes |
Since those, from nine to five to collide with my form |
My forum’s held Saturday, Sunday and Monday |
Maybe one day, you’ll learn how to do it the Prev One way |
Until then, I kill them until they get it straight |
When they move for the bigger fish, focused on the bait |
In this audio bizarre, noone knows who you are |
No descendents of Ham, no babies are taught |
Leave the black in the cold and the cold in the bar |
Like a shifted momentum, who would’ve thought |
Anyone could contend them, I’ll bend them |
And send them to the lions in the kingdom |
Death by invitation, torturing teens in bondage |
Approaching a scene, mentally unharnessing carnage |
Hell hath no fury, pathological liar |
Tails, halos and horns, kings of sinful desire |
The ultimate degenerate, iron chain lashing |
Knife weilding, eye gouging and scalpel flashing |
The cult classic, with intense scenes of gore |
Imploding my load as I melt into the floor |
A sexual awakaning, sadistic hypnotist |
Poisinous tantrest, switch to dominatrix |
Distorted form of forbid of flesh for sensation |
Mind of a serial killer, locked concentration |
Sweet taste of bliss, in from the Holy Grail |
Now hold the hand of pleasure as we hitch hike to hell |