Swollen Members - Bank Job lyrics
[Swollen Members - Bank Job lyrics]
Yo i’m a nice guy now, but the anger’s gone
But, I still run shit like Genghis Khan
I’m Gene Simmons with the fangs and tongue
Said I’m Back in Black like Angus Young
I’m a Hip-Hop graduate bitch
You’re a sophomore
You’re nothing but another mark
On my chalkboard
Triple X, rated R you are soft porn
Make your brain bust like a
Giant piece of popcorn
You don’t want to fuck with an angry fashion
With gangrene rap with a strangling passion
I’ll take a knife
Stick a hole in your pancreas
Vampire drinking blood like sangria
Ill villain, got that Rambo action
I’m a Polack, still I’m an Anglo-Saxan
Almost slipped off the path, had bad traction
Now I’m back on the path
I’ve gone mad laughing
Still fly through the air like Iron Man Four
Three sets of eyes in a blind man’s war
Two sets of mouths and the world is silent
Create One style and our style is violent
One road to take it in crazy mileage
Two lyricists, we’re the blazing tyrants
Three brain’s create this amazing vibrance
(Four) Casket blasted by shady pirates
Jumped in the truck, drove to Hemlock Grove
Awoke as an animal with eyes wide closed
I suppose my control’s like a Rolls
Very high class look inside a soul
I’m a collector with an eyeglass
My last competitor’s left for
Dead on side road
Dead-end and U turn then you burn when I flow
Turn up the nitro and life goes ballistic
We cycle like Motels by base, still unlisted
Killing metaphysical
Rhythmical like political agendas
With a spike inside my hand like I’m
A hunter for the dead that’s walking
Never stopping, stalking
I’ma split ‘em with the crossbow
Deeper than a hell pit on crossroads
Up goes the temperature
Decipher my signature
Louis Cyphre, Angel Hearted
Departed as regular
Part of that molecular restructure
Read my lecture
It’s encompassing direction on the compass
As we northern border assassins
Crown for the thorn
Serve as warning for the masses
A storm forming deeper interactions yeah
Still fly through the air like Iron Man Four
Three sets of eyes in a blind man’s war
Two sets of mouths and the world is silent
Create One style and our style is violent
One road to take it in crazy mileage
Two lyricists, we’re the blazing tyrants
Three brain’s create this amazing vibrance
(Four) Casket blasted by shady pirates
But, I still run shit like Genghis Khan
I’m Gene Simmons with the fangs and tongue
Said I’m Back in Black like Angus Young
I’m a Hip-Hop graduate bitch
You’re a sophomore
You’re nothing but another mark
On my chalkboard
Triple X, rated R you are soft porn
Make your brain bust like a
Giant piece of popcorn
You don’t want to fuck with an angry fashion
With gangrene rap with a strangling passion
I’ll take a knife
Stick a hole in your pancreas
Vampire drinking blood like sangria
Ill villain, got that Rambo action
I’m a Polack, still I’m an Anglo-Saxan
Almost slipped off the path, had bad traction
Now I’m back on the path
I’ve gone mad laughing
Still fly through the air like Iron Man Four
Three sets of eyes in a blind man’s war
Two sets of mouths and the world is silent
Create One style and our style is violent
One road to take it in crazy mileage
Two lyricists, we’re the blazing tyrants
Three brain’s create this amazing vibrance
(Four) Casket blasted by shady pirates
Jumped in the truck, drove to Hemlock Grove
Awoke as an animal with eyes wide closed
I suppose my control’s like a Rolls
Very high class look inside a soul
I’m a collector with an eyeglass
My last competitor’s left for
Dead on side road
Dead-end and U turn then you burn when I flow
Turn up the nitro and life goes ballistic
We cycle like Motels by base, still unlisted
Killing metaphysical
Rhythmical like political agendas
With a spike inside my hand like I’m
A hunter for the dead that’s walking
Never stopping, stalking
I’ma split ‘em with the crossbow
Deeper than a hell pit on crossroads
Up goes the temperature
Decipher my signature
Louis Cyphre, Angel Hearted
Departed as regular
Part of that molecular restructure
Read my lecture
It’s encompassing direction on the compass
As we northern border assassins
Crown for the thorn
Serve as warning for the masses
A storm forming deeper interactions yeah
Still fly through the air like Iron Man Four
Three sets of eyes in a blind man’s war
Two sets of mouths and the world is silent
Create One style and our style is violent
One road to take it in crazy mileage
Two lyricists, we’re the blazing tyrants
Three brain’s create this amazing vibrance
(Four) Casket blasted by shady pirates