Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Dagger Mouth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |