Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Total Package, 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
Total Package |
| About to drill ya with a killer combo |
| King Kong, Godzilla and Rambo |
| Marker author, ain’t no bitch I’m down to die for |
| Rifle in your mouth, peace to Poco on a 14 year bid |
| For jackin' mad kids, respect all my gangsta’s doin' bad shit |
| An' that’s it, Mad Child does nitroglycerin and acid |
| Warlock, focused on witch craft |
| You’re listening to classic plastic explosives |
| Forceful courses of action |
| Internationally we ration out portions of passion, insane |
| Cuz mental gain, like rock cocaine to brain |
| Hard to kick habit, when addict |
| Leather face, the devil spits silver saliva |
| TransCanada highway robbery, drunk getaway driver |
| This here’s a bad combination |
| Like Mad Child with an AK-47, a bottle of Jack and a home invasion |
| Make you knock, laughin' as you strapped to the mattress |
| A can of gasoline, a pack of matches, for the total package |
| Bitch |
| Break out your tape recorders, make sure you document this |
| Apocalypse, infinitely adjacent, we stylin' with aquaness |
| Unorthodox, knock shit, neon crushin' ask us |
| Just advance me, rushin' up the beat, an' pass me the blunt |
| Eh yo, I’m here to set it on you cats from the moment I entered |
| Moldin' the center on it, adventure, performin' the scripture |
| A mad child prevailin' like a swollen member, so remember me |
| As obesely, intelligence with diplomatic immunity |
| A trained killer that’s trained to kill ya |
| I make the fronters have bad dreams like a mad scene |
| From a hardcore thriller, throwin' fits in your sleep |
| We got heat, mission complete is when the record sound crisp in the jeep |
| Some say I think ill, and tranquilize rappers like pills |
| Ink deals and rap underground where the street feels- blast |
| But the fact is you don’t know the half |
| Closin' the caskets on your sound an' takin' over with a total package |
| Bolted and welded, I know that you felt it |
| Scrap yard, iron arms, swingin' hectic |
| Imperial metric, superior complex |
| We make seriously powerful records |
| Battleaxe vengeance, attendance grows at every show |
| Doin' songs with Planet Asia, smashin' stereos |
| Hi-fidelity, pride in my energy |
| It’s 3 the hard way, queens in Bombay |
| My regional army throws explosive parties |
| We’ve rose in the hierarchy |
| Hose in the fire escape, world wide |
| Connected by hands that wave |
| Double edged-sharp |
| Take part and start the flow of the colour red |
| Old man Prev, an omen, a legend |
| Beats are produced by my brothers in Venice |
| 10 + 2 gauge, total package of razor blades |