Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cock Blocker, 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
Cock Blocker |
| Walk into the room, an intentional cock blocker |
| Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper |
| Big stack of rhymes sits inside of my top locker |
| Vest like a biker, bottom and top rockers |
| Walk into a room, unintentional cock blocker |
| Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper |
| Prev spitting rhymes harder than a gobstopper |
| With Rob’s knocker, louder than a rock opera |
| I walk into a mall with a gun, people are panicking |
| Scream «Fuck the world» then I shoot a couple mannequins |
| Hop onto my bike and ride away like Sons of Anarchy |
| With a bunch of other kids looking for more fun and shenanigans |
| We all have been abandoned, I don’t need your damn companionship |
| Man handling manurism, a maniac with manuscripts |
| I’m the, I’m the Little Monster spittin' the purest raps |
| People linin' up like I’m a tourist trap, I’m sure of that |
| My raps are baffling, they probably think that Mad is daffy |
| But Mad is happy, kinda baddie, plus a chatty cappy |
| Got a handicap, cap the size of Andy Capp |
| Got a strap handy in my backpack, best that you’re standing back |
| The band is back together like bandits in cracked leather |
| Black bandanas with tassels and tan feathers |
| You can get mangled by a Bengal tiger |
| Don’t make me give a shit cause you’ll find that you’re my fiber |
| We’re standing waste deep in shit creek |
| With a rap geek and a sick freak |
| With a beat maker that’ll eat fakers like mince meat |
| Since blitzkrieg was on screen |
| We’ve long dreamed for our team to rival yours |
| Screwdrivers thought eyeballs, I sky fall from travel wars |
| What’s mine is yours unless, of course |
| You diss the North and piss me off |
| When I rap about when my pistol pops |
| I tap em out, let the bodies drop |
| It’s gravity actually too, why you acting all Humpty dude |
| I’ll spill your blood like zippity do |
| I’ll kill your crew like lickity spit |
| I think you might be thinking lightly, things are slightly changed |
| I pulled some chains around your neck then washed you down the drain |
| The spiral is viral, it’s liable to defile you |
| X-files for miles, where our freestyles are driving through town |
| Who threw down? |
| New ground broken |
| There’s a black hawk down and the helicopters smokin' |
| This is hostile territory, hospital beds and inventory |
| Lots of em dead already |
| Heavy shells, we bombin' everybody |
| Now I got these lyrics, they’re bubbling in my noggin |
| Huddled in my room while hobbling like a goblin |
| Old and now the force is with me like I’m Yoda |
| Similar resemblance from cigarettes and soda |
| Multiple personalities altering Mad’s reality |
| Cultivate abnormality into an awesome salary |
| Form like voltron |
| These three, compatible |
| Know deep leading vanity |
| A meat eating animal |
| Receding hairline |
| Beast eating their minds |
| Keep breeding rare, feeding terror, breathing airline |
| My microphone is a machete in it’s own right |
| Promise that I won’t bite, furniture is bone white |
| And I will not commit myself to an asylum |
| Even though I’m schizo and my thoughts are awful violent |
| I know how to clear a room, hockey mask and tear gas |
| Smoke bombs and bear mace filling up your staircase |
| Yeah, if you wasn’t down before, you definitely ain’t getting down now. |
| You can’t reach us no more bitch, that’s not a threat, that’s a promise |