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 |