Lyrics Bank Job - Swollen Members

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