Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fire , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Dagger Mouth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.04.2011
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Fire |
| M starin in a mirror but mostly I laugh |
| I’m lookin at the picture of a sociopath |
| Hope to get first, now hopefully last |
| Dope rap, I’m known for doin dope in the past |
| Like floatin down the river on a opium boat |
| But I’m a wild animal I go for the throat |
| I’m a big bad wolf with a big black Glock |
| And some real dark thoughts yellin, «Open the door!» |
| I punch people in the face comin down the staircase |
| Wander down the hall with the can of bear mace |
| AY! |
| I’ve been a killer since the Wu-Tang Clan |
| Personality is colorful like Toucan Sam |
| I’m a crazy cat, Sylvester damn |
| I got two big guns Yosemite Sam |
| I used to work birds like Tweety |
| Speedy, Gonzales livin in a palace |
| Tripped and fell down the rabbit hole and met Alice |
| 5 years later now I’m back for the challenge |
| Still rip up shows like Tasmanian Devil |
| If some punk jump up I’m blastin my heavy metal |
| And I still live in Van' but I’m movin soon |
| All my homies on the streets fuckin Loonie Tunes |
| But I’ll be back, back and forth with no error |
| Enforcin terror in a Porsche Carrera |
| Through Vancouver to Los Angeles archangels |
| Dark strangers, blacks and caucasians |
| (Man we crack skulls, make deep lacerations |
| Crack a Red Bull and drag 'em back to my basement) |
| We fly through the air like Iron Man |
| Crack you in the head with a fryin pan |
| Can’t fuck with my team, we are iron clad |
| I’m on fire man, call the fireman |
| Whether crawlin up the wall like Spider-Man |
| Or lyin on the floor poppin vitamins |
| Yup, real hip-hop we supplyin fans |
| We on fire man, call the fireman |
| All right, I keep my knife in the black leather sheath |
| Real sharp, blade (Dagger Mouth), (Armed to the Teeth) |
| I can’t draw but I’m raw when I’m drawn to the beat |
| It’s like Saw Part 1, I’ll make you saw off your feet |
| What the fuck is defeat? |
| I’m undefeated like a shoe store |
| Runway, one way street, take a detour |
| Plastic bag over your face hard to breathe through |
| Preview attract and download the album |
| X marks the spot like my first name was Malcolm |
| Make you sing the blues like a prison in Folsom |
| Spit a burnin ring of fire, watch the flames engulf em |
| My theory very logical but we use ProTools |
| Fuck with us you’ll be a dead man, a corpse in the soundbooth |
| And ain’t nobody hear you, close the door make it soundproof |
| My pattern very classical like Herringbone and Houndstooth |
| ICP, R.E.P., bright evil clown suit |
| Ice cold water in a bottle when I drowned you |
| Beat side, homicide unit try to find you |
| Burnin sound turn around my dude’s right behind you |