Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood Sport, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Brand New Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.06.2014
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Blood Sport |
| I’m killing em fast, I’m built to outlast |
| Unveiled the mastered flow |
| I’m willing to smash, I’m spilling your guts all over the concrete floor |
| Where is the janitor? |
| Who is your manager? |
| Man he really must know |
| Otherwise other brothers lives are gonna get posted all up on a TV show |
| Channel changin', I’m rearrangin' and disengagin' on foes |
| I hope they fallin' down, I’m all around |
| They crawlin' around, I hang my thrope |
| I use these words abusively, I don’t have to slang no dope |
| Confusing me is an illusionary tactic used by passive folks |
| That’s why I use these massive volts |
| To flow through bolts like Frankenstein |
| He’s alive, P’s arrived so your old flow is asinine |
| Pass the time then rearrange, give me a pen then be amazed |
| He’s unphased, livin' in sin, women and gin, unlimited wins |
| I’m Prevail, I don’t fail, I’m not even sure what that word means |
| That’s factual, very actual, on contactual weight of scene |
| Sign the dotted line then audit all the income |
| That you made from style biting while I’m writing |
| I’m an original you’re a re-run |
| (I must speak to you it’s something terrible |
| Well, what is it? |
| So speak! |
| I know who the monster is.) |
| I’m Madchild, I’m a methodical beast |
| Welcome to another periodical piece |
| I’m a twisted pitbull, watch these rotties go weak |
| Smilin' now and all you see is a fuckin' lot of gold teeth |
| I’m Prevail, I was born to reign, imperial bloodline |
| Dark harvest moon, consume luminous sunshine |
| Sparks turn to fire, burn those who are tongue tied |
| The life of vampires so I live more than one time |
| Calculated strategies, maniac that’s homicidal |
| Bomber, suicidal with my hand up on the bible |
| Lungs made of gas tank, tongue is a stiletto blade |
| Young Frankenstein, brain is covered with the metal plate |
| Spirit walker, dark lyric author |
| I fear what I hear just might be an offer |
| Deep preparation, keep elevation |
| Breathe deadly statements with sleep deprivation |
| I’m long gone — strong, blonde, and senile |
| Standing in my long johns, King Kong’s free now |
| Mind’s high security, the system’s penile |
| Had to go to pretrial to walk The Green Mile |
| You don’t want to fuck with Madchild, I’m ill boy |
| I’m Hellboy, I kill boy, it’s such a kill joy |
| Climbin' up the hill like Jack and Jill boy |
| For real boy, I rap like I’m packin' steel boy |
| I’m flappin' off at the gums kid, and them some |
| Gold teeth clinkin' while I’m makin' my income |
| I’m Jean-Claude Van Damme of blood sport |
| Racks like drug store, kill it like a drug war |
| Cannonball crush, I’m the walking apocalypse |
| Disguised as a human so my movement ain’t obvious |
| Comprised with the elevated mind of a novelist |
| Combined with the rhyme style that don’t show tolerance |
| Misguided angel, I’m the king of the throne |
| I’ll call me little monster when I’m sittin' at home |
| I’m the fuckin' real deal, gettin' rid of these clones |
| You should consider me the kid or I’ll be slittin' your throat |