Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bank Job, artist - Swollen Members.
Date of issue: 22.03.2018
Song language: English
Bank Job |
Madchild |
Yo |
I’m a nice guy now, but the anger’s gone |
But I still run shit like Genghis Khan |
I’m Gene Simmons with the fangs and tongue |
Said I’m Back in Black like Angus Young |
I’m a hip-hop graduate. |
Bitch you’re a sophomore |
You’re nothing but another mark on my chalkboard |
Triple X, rated R. You are soft porn |
Make your brain bust like a giant piece of popcorn |
You don’t want to fuck with an angry fashion, with gangrene |
Rap with a strangling passion |
I’ll take a knife, stick a hole in your pancreas |
Vampire drinking blood like sangria |
Ill villain, got that Rambo action |
I’m a Polack, still I’m an Anglo-Saxan |
Almost slipped off the path, had bad traction |
Now I’m back on the path, I’ve gone mad laughing |
Still fly through the air like Iron Man Four |
Three sets of eyes in a blind man’s war |
Two sets of mouths and the world is silent |
Create One style and our style is violent |
One road to take it in crazy mileage |
Two lyricists, we’re the blazing tyrants |
Three brain’s create this amazing vibrance |
(Four) Casket blasted by shady pirates |
Prevail |
Jumped in the truck, drove to Hemlock Grove |
Awoke as an animal with eyes wide closed |
I suppose my control’s like a Rolls, very high class |
Look inside a soul, I’m a collector with an eyeglass |
My last competitor’s left for dead on side road |
Dead-end and U-turn then you burn when I flow |
Turn up the nitro and life goes ballistic |
We cycle like Motels by base, still unlisted |
Killing metaphysical, rhythmical like political agendas |
With a spike inside my hand like I’m a hunter for the dead that’s walking |
Never stopping, stalking, I’ma split ‘em with the crossbow |
Deeper than a hell pit on crossroads |
Up goes the temperature, decipher my signature |
Louis Cyphre, Angel Hearted, departed as regular |
Part of that molecular restructure |
Read my lecture |
It’s encompassing direction on the compass as we northern border assassins |
Crown for the thorn, serve as warning for the masses |
A storm forming deeper interactions |
Yeah |
Still fly through the air like Iron Man Four |
Three sets of eyes in a blind man’s war |
Two sets of mouths and the world is silent |
Create One style and our style is violent |
One road to take it in crazy mileage |
Two lyricists, we’re the blazing tyrants |
Three brain’s create this amazing vibrance |
(Four) Casket blasted by shady pirates |