Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snake Bite, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Bad Dreams, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.11.2001
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Snake Bite |
| We want you, to take a good look at what we do |
| Not the type that you can see right through |
| Cuz you never know what we might do (uh huh uh huh) |
| I see the global orbits of time warps and forests of darkness before us |
| Orchids turnin' grey from what I bring out of my medical tray |
| Perpetuate Prevail Wonder and the alphabet is the predator and the prey |
| Don’t let 'em walk away, broken in the bone yard, smokin' in the boys room |
| Spoken in the pattern that consumes you like a vacuum |
| The war ship I dock is the property of His Worship, |
| It’s awkward when we talk about morbid conditions, |
| Vividly described from this side of the lie detector |
| Siphon nectar from the blossom, natural toxin, approach with caution |
| Blow flames in blue light they dance on the oxygen |
| Lost again in space? |
| Allow us to demonstrate how it all generates |
| From motors to engines, machine guns to hand grenades, renegades of vengeance |
| Swollen Members, Battleaxe Records |
| I have the omnipotent gift to lift the crowd, without havin' to speak too loud |
| I’m confident my crew can keep them out when I’m… |
| «lookin' in your eyes» |
| Monarch and an Anarchist, I smoke nicotine, he smoke cannabis |
| An' sip on Bombay Sapphire, I drink Jack Daniels |
| He thinks things through, I react |
| Mediocracy’s not possible, opposites attract |
| AC/DC, Back In Black Sabbath, |
| Agatha Christie, cars named Christine |
| Hard to deal with agin' when you still feel 15 |
| Combat stance, tarantula, this approach is soft but deadly |
| Come in low, slow, and kill you gently |
| We some monsters in concert |
| The sharpest, flyin' in on magic carpet |
| Try to off us and end up in coffin |
| I’m awfully raw, you can tell I’m off when |
| «I'm lookin' in your eyes» |
| The dagger gather, you’re all invited |
| Mouth of the black hole, Poseidon could dive in |
| An' die from the diamond cut, raisin' it up |
| As if we’re not amazin' enough |
| Dine on the braggart, time to push forward |
| The more words the better, heart line beats jagged |
| Electric green, pesticides, mustard gas and mustard greens |
| That’s what it must have been |
| We like muscle cars, not bar stars |
| No Singapore slings, we swing at the hardball |
| Hardcore, used to sleep on cardboard |
| Tell your folks that it ain’t no hoax when I’m |
| «lookin' in your eyes» |
| We want you to take a good look at what we do |