Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fear, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Beautiful Death Machine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.03.2013
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Fear |
I perforate my verses straight 6 o’clock |
Reverberate the verbs, surround the noun, ground the pound the starting block |
Martyrs on the rocks disengaged I threw them over |
Cliffside, from hangman’s bluff that’s their brains on heavy boulders |
Ready the soldiers up, parascope, Red October |
Elves and ogres, and hell raisers to focus |
On pin head, a thin thread, is what holds your life together |
Nas measure anatomy |
Take pleasure in the taxidermy |
Your raps whack poetic |
You rap whack pathetic |
Leave you in a house of wax like a museum figure deadened |
Strike a match, melt a candle |
Blend the ammo with the cammo |
Then go * with my famo, its like third rail to * |
Prevail make you read braille |
And eat nails, and swallow glass |
Remain anonymous like Rass Kass, life’s a blast |
At total recall, you speak in hallow holograms |
My tidal wave fire even drown the likes of Auquaman |
We the last of our breed |
The actors with masters degrees |
Im a raptor, attack than ill feed |
And after I capture the last of these thieves |
You’ll hear laughter, I’m back on my path let me breathe |
Dastardly deeds, Inglorious bastards, notorious masters |
The last of our breed we are bastards indeed |
The last we will smash till you have to believe |
Yeah, I love God, he has made me very lethal |
Destroy evil, I don’t really like people |
Never met an animal I didn’t like, couldn’t bite |
Smash a rapper into pieces when I hit a mic |
Equip a baseball bat thats full of wooden spikes |
Walking down the dim-lit street call me the hooded knight |
I drop a match and set a tank full of petroleum |
Then moonwalk across Lemoniun, its pandemonium |
Battle plan is that of an apache resistance |
Imagining ten dragons with flags in the distance |
Skull and double axes |
Troubled brother action |
Ninjas doing double back flips, on that shit |
Social distortion, black flags faction |
Bad brained wasted youth have interaction |
Punk-rock mind-state, hair dyed leopard print |
Fresh like peppermint, darker than a second tint |
We the last of our breed |
The actors with masters degrees |
Im a raptor, attack than ill feed |
And after I capture the last of these thieves |
You’ll hear laughter, I’m back on my path let me breathe |
Dastardly deeds, Inglorious bastards, notorious masters |
The last of our breed we are bastards indeed |
The last we will smash till you have to believe |
Yeah I’m the product of narcotics |
Exotic drugs and Raw Ebonics |
Anti-social on grandma’s antibiotics |
Smoking hydroponics |
Bumping ladi-dadi while a 20 year old hottie on my dick doing Pilates |
Like Piper, I stay Rowdy, Rowdy |
You in a diaper on a tricycle, trying to keep up with a Mazerati |
Every beat catching a body, see me dancing on a cop car |
Strapped with C4, screaming out Allah Akbar |
Ain’t got a fear of death, I’m more afraid of livin slow |
So I stay driven till my goal is met, or till I lose control |
Nobody here could save me I’m completely out my mind |
The only ones that doubt me are completely fucking blind |
We the last of our breed |
The actors with masters degrees |
Im a raptor, attack than ill feed |
And after I capture the last of these thieves |
You’ll hear laughter, I’m back on my path let me breathe |
Dastardly deeds, Inglorious bastards, notorious masters |
The last of our breed we are bastards indeed |
The last we will smash till you have to believe |