Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Switchblade, artist - Swollen Members. Date of issue: 04.10.1999
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Switchblade |
| I’ve lost track of my body count |
| The amount is enormous |
| Dropped in sector four |
| Non-conformist intimidates |
| Eliminating all heads of state |
| The punishment is banishment |
| Tarnishing and vanishing |
| I’m runnin' shit |
| Titanic panicking |
| Manic depressant |
| Addicted to adolescence |
| At the end of the crescent |
| Dragon’s eyes glow fluorescent |
| Second-guess and rest in peace |
| Get laced in radioactive waste that’s released |
| Feast fit for a king |
| Then bring two servants |
| Words swervin' and curvin' |
| You’ll get what you deservin' |
| It’s urgent |
| Mad Child slice precise like a surgeon |
| Emergency exit’s where you’re headin' |
| Ha, forget it |
| I’m your host to the roller coaster |
| Stick to your guns and cling to your holster |
| As MC’s slowly slip into sleep |
| Without bailin' with their hands up |
| Their homeboys act like Casey and Finnegan |
| Now this tends to send trends of frenzy |
| In to forensics |
| And then medics get hit |
| Lips spread like books of Dianetics |
| I’m a credit to my field of study |
| I, I kneel to nobody |
| You’ll be as lucky as Lucy-Ann |
| If you get a word in edgewise |
| When it comes to being word wise |
| I’ve got an edge |
| And a worldwide urge |
| To rock on more wax than Verve |
| I’m in a class of my own |
| And still throw the great curve |
| The great curves of a poet |
| Is to run short on ideas |
| Works twice like two-way mirrors |
| My advice might slice like shears |
| I’m your host to the roller coaster |
| The penalty is execution |
| Suffer consequences |
| Intense as a prison riot |
| Barbed wire fences |
| Tenses, your Excellency senses |
| Assassins in the entrance |
| Disguised as my apprentice |
| Nonequivalent sibilance in every sentence |
| Send a message up by horse |
| Back to the castle, through the forests |
| Over the hill with no hassle |
| Scrolls scripted in gold |
| Ancient enlightenment |
| Wizardry and wisdom |
| Expressive excitement |
| Handsome and lonesome |
| The brand new heaviest |
| Lunacy in unison |
| Magnificent specimen |
| The pinpointed path |
| Through the pit and the pendulum |
| Hypnotic gases still whirl |
| On the last curl of the wind mast |
| And narrows in |
| With Apollo and Ottomans |
| To cause pestilence |
| And rid the prominence |
| Of so called dominance |
| He and I the most decadent |
| With a promise of providence |
| I’m adamant about your iris |
| Seeing the style I use |
| When it’s evident |
| I compile a charge |
| Like an alkaline pile |
| The concubines of pantomimes |
| More war chants and streamlined design |
| In the line, ligaments |
| With imagined figments |
| The tragic and epidemic rise |
| Of zero point five micro-pigment |
| Can you dig it? |
| I’m your host to the roller coaster |