Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burns and Scars, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Bad Dreams, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.11.2001
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Burns and Scars |
| Yo, try not to often speak on subject |
| Unusual suspect, revenge I must get |
| Vengeance is mine which make me heartless |
| Department of justice would love to bust us |
| Bang hard, get jacked by gang squad |
| So we keep it on the low, make us untouchable |
| Hard hittin when my man start spittin |
| We walk off through gettin, dont take orders |
| Try harder, cause I got friends down for murder |
| Roll deep, walk in restaurant, pull you out your seat |
| Take you out back, crack back, till task complete |
| Beat to death, assassins disguised as waiters |
| Madchild, Darth Vader, and the caped crusader |
| Top that, barracuda, black panther, and bobcat |
| Anger management and unlimited guns |
| Natural born killers of the primitive one |
| (Chorus: Son Doobie) |
| Cause the spot’s that hot |
| A lot of shots bust but I can’t get got |
| And niggas wanna pop up forget me not |
| Yo I bust two shots |
| See y’all can’t stop swollen members |
| (Son Doobie) |
| Yo duck down, hop up now |
| I don’t give a fuck now |
| Whats up now, the ruck sound |
| I’m up in the club now |
| Touchdown, I bust out rocks, with my rough style |
| Run around and fuck around get lost in my funhouse |
| Any member, I dismember, remember |
| For writer’s book yo I be the cut expert |
| Your head jerk, my network thick like double decker |
| Enter surrender raps select swollen members |
| Lone defenders, send bullets through contenders |
| Tempers red hot like red fox fuckin with esther |
| Deck the saint jock I stallone like sylvester |
| Funk molester, impress all semester |
| Aggressor, protector, successor sub forever |
| Uncle Fester cut back the Winchester |
| Record like ill connect son like Caressa |
| Send an x to wounds, fuck a bitch forever |
| Like Salt-n-Peppa, Vanessa Del held whatever |
| Defender of the D-cup, the mad sex offender |
| (Prevail) |
| If they could run they would |
| There ain’t no safe place to hide in this world |
| Change will change the term hurt |
| First in line to decline held by a set to burn |
| Red alert, nines at work, less lives on the earth |
| Unless we stress knives from crooks, universe |
| One in the hearse from two in the heart |
| You and your crew got too much to talk |
| Its a curse, a plague, an urgent thing |
| An ancient slang that’s not only spoke in gangs |
| Human nature, doomed in danger, ropes and hangers |
| West side stranglers banned to Los Angeles |
| You got your hands full of savages now |
| Anchors is down and you still gettin thrown around |
| Hard ocean, hearts and chests are blown open |
| To be smokin sunrise go home broke and no survivors |
| Walkin' bombs with no timers |
| Drunk out my mind on harm a side cider |
| A note to my girl, I promised I’d write her |
| Tonight’s my night the bite of the black viper |