Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death to You, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Beautiful Death Machine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.03.2013
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Death to You |
| Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to hear my sentiments |
| I’m hotter than a kettle and my pen’s full of adrenaline |
| I stopped takin' that medicine, the dust is finally settlin' |
| Practice close to perfect, nobody is rhyming better than |
| Mad Child, spewing a monstrosity of anguish |
| Countrymen are tryin', but they’re not talkin' my language |
| I rap to cover up the pain just like a fuckin' bandage |
| Emotions like the layers on a sandwich, I peel 'em like a mandarin |
| These young punks, I’m schoolin' em like Cambridge |
| Slap these appetizers, I’m the motherfuckin' main dish |
| First they’re on my mind, but then they’re fallin' off like dandruff |
| Now they call me a 'White Devil' like Colonel Sanders |
| Shit, I’m the fire on both ends of a burnin' candle |
| I’ll retire when Jesus come back in a cloak and dirty sandals |
| Even then, still be rappin' up in heaven beside the manger |
| Other rappers are in danger, I’m the motherfuckin' misguided angel |
| MP4, REV, I make the files wave |
| Classic tales of revenge, my friend, I will spit on your grave |
| Kids they got no styles today, gray and white and red and black |
| When I attack I send 'em back without their fuckin' head intact |
| Think about that, that’s a risk, battle axes, bats and fists |
| Wilson Fisk, rapping kingpin, fastest engine, three man blitz |
| The pits and pendulums of life are barriers to break through |
| So barricade yourself inside your house before I take you |
| Welcome to Lakeview, it’s a great view from the padded cell |
| Cannibal crush, we will prevail and the misguided angel’s bad as hell |
| Like the bat out of hell on a motorbike |
| With a spike on the helmet on the road to life |
| Give 'em the light, little parasites, Pacific Rim, got 'em in my sights |
| Caught in the crosshairs, you’re gonna take a loss here |
| There’s lots of air but you can’t breathe and see it, can’t believe it |
| Your eyes are playin' tricks, amazing that you still exist |
| You think you’re Superman? |
| Then say my name backwards like Mxyzptlk |
| (I'd like to introduce some new guests we just dug up) |
| I spit the fire maniacal vile, we’re wire proof |
| Die with your boots on and a gun in your hand, I approve |
| My uncle would too, motherfuck you |
| Motherfucker, motherfuck everybody in your crew |
| Or anybody who not ridin' with us to the fullest extent |
| Put you under cement in the jungle with debt |
| Smiles of murder and laughs of pain |
| When we were kids we’d act insane, now we grown considerate the rain |
| Brooklyn, New York, they say we sound like crooks when we talk |
| And they probably right, you probably get yourself juxed with a fork |
| If you steppin' correct, though, everything is copasetic |
| But most these rap though guys is so pathetic |
| We don’t start nothin' but yo, we always down to finish it |
| Humble to the rumble cause we handle our business, kid |
| Nothin' to brag about, we just built like that |
| Simmer down, homie, you could get killed like that |
| Hold up, hold up, police are on my dick, they don’t harass me |
| Bitches on my dick so if I’m married they don’t ask me |
| I explode, she swallow my load, she take a taxi |
| Don’t forget your cellphone and fix your make-up, Ashley |
| I’m laughing watchin' you split, talkin' your shit |
| Whisper underneath your breath leopard Dungarees and mesh shit |
| My comrades are conniving, ??? |
| My bad habits are violent I need a padded asylum |
| (I'm too far gone) Thinking of departuring |
| My pride paid for what my ignorance was costin' me |
| The rep got bigger figured everyone was watching me |
| They looked at me, the underdog, I took this shit impossibly |
| Throw the fucking bottle back and toss a molotov on me |
| Holler back, I played this job for keeps and made a boss of me |
| I reek of charisma can’t get it off me |
| I serenade the whole world and sing it off-key |
| You see the guns is large, the bullets hotter than suns and stars |
| Y’all are pussy like love songs, it’s from the DeBarge |
| When my father died he put his fuckin' son in charge |
| And he was a G so that made me the son of God |
| And that mean nobody in my family is gonna starve |
| That mean nobody can trap me, have me under bars |
| Boxcutter Paz leave you with a hundred scars |
| Cops on the ave, evil as a hundred tzars |
| I’m a hypocrite, sendin' mixed messages |
| The hardest motherfucker you ever contended with |
| Harder than servin' 20 back-to-back sentences |
| As an apprentice to a life with no aggressiveness |
| They just make you a dead body on the precipice |
| Watch heavier than six necklaces |
| Rhyme sound effortless, even though the dialogue treacherous |
| Keep the hammer in the boot, behold the rhyme specialist |