Swamp Water (Black Magic 2009)

Текст песни Swollen Members feat Phil Da Agony, Planet Asia - Swamp Water (Black Magic 2009)

Calculated, cold-blooded killer
A methodical animal of the dusk, I blow the planet to dust
Hell boy, acid drenched, dead lift danger
Born with horns, fight it, I'm the misguided angel
Touched by tragedy, I defy gravity
Brutal, cruel and dark, it's so beautifully remarkable
Angry Smurf, man I'll kill these giants
Outnumbered, outflanked yet still we triumph
Uh oh, Hell's coming for breakfast, the end has come
You ain't a gangsta, you ain't even friends with one
Got your chain, got your watch, tryna act hard
I'm at my house raking leaves in my backyard
Baby venom, spit flames, eat lightning and throw thunder
You could feel my pain, I'm the hurricane hunter
Mad Child the barbarian, bent on revenge
Euphoria, shatter the skulls of doom warriors

Ink in the bark, sharks come circle your block
Thirsty niggas off the jerky and pot, working the slots
45 Minutes in Vegas
We got the old school ten capsules with the brown cat Vegas
Sega Genesis, my X-Box extra hard drive
Fuck around and catch a fat lip like the Pharcyde
Trigger side, we on the hammer side, y'all on the other side
We the type to ride and take them girls from the other guys
Pride will get you all fucked up, stuck in a ditch
Swoll up, reaching for ice, son of a bitch
The more we smoke, the higher we get
Y'all should retire cause I'mma spit fire whenever I'm lit
Shit happens, clean up your act
The nicest, meanest niggas you know
Getting this scratch, hitting it from the back, yeah
Chicks get their tits fixed
Strong Arm Steady, Phil Da Agony, we the shit bitch

Rowdy niggas throw out bows to this
Snow cone to wrist rap
Independent rap cats be rolling in with big straps
And you ain't nothing but a faker
My empire, we setting fires to your acres
Now notify the cake makers
Pagans celebrate holidays of self hatred
Controllers of the Matrix
Crack conspirators, cocaine distributors
King of my chamber, my language is imperial
Stereo burials, body up the karaoke
Gas cats with certified ass scat material
The more gangster spirituals
It's for the G's and soldiers
Practicing my scare tactics, keep MC's in yoga
Just like I keep a bad bitch between the sheets up on me
Boss like Tony Montana Soprano
Asiatic black with the attitude of Italians
My nine to five is talent, hundred percent styling
All violent