Swollen Members - House Of Sin lyrics

Yo, I'm a Tasmanian Devil
Prevail's the Roadrunner
Rob the Viking, wow!

I love beats by the Viking and the Alchemist
People get inside my head like John Malkovich
My life is getting complicated like calculus
I feel like jumping off a bridge or a balcony
So sometimes I sit around, might sulk a bit
But still I'm holding on tight
Like a Vulcan grip
Instead of thinkin' 'bout the
Suicide that I'll commit
I'm pulling killer crazy words
From the alphabet cooped up
Sometimes I gotta leave the house and shit
Otherwise my life will turn into
The House of Sin
I'm running into old friends asking
"How've you been?"
I lost three million dollars dog
How've you been?
My teeth are falling out my head
So my mouth don't grin
My teeth are rotten and there's holes
In my couch and shit
Yeah, every day reminders, the truth it hurts
Cause, I got cigarette burns
In my Gucci shirts
Yo, Mad Child, I never write a goofy verse
But still I stare into the mirror thinking
"You've been cursed" listen to your song
I have to pop a roofie first
Cause, I am nuclear
When I walk in a booth it's church

I'm on some Bruce Lee, Enter The Dragon shit
Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon shit
We are warriors, Red Dragon kid
There's warmth under the wing
Of the dragon bitch

I'm on my kung-fu hustle
My black 6-9 Mustang, it got muscle
Last Samurais don't hide, we just rush em
You wanna be street now? We gonna crush em

I'm the Swollen Army General
We gonna swarm on you
My performance quite like neo-Moulin Rouge
I'm a cut into your crew
Like some Cordon Bleu
I'm sipping on some Grand Dame
You drinking Cuvee Brut
I make your heart skip a
Beat like it's new Beirut
And if you don't know what to do
Then you should stay on your stoop
People always ask me what part do
I play in the group
What do I say? I'm just a
Dude in a Tom Ford suit
Space face erase cartoon
You dudes is Betty Boop
Make a tune and break bread and
Then get jetty with the loot
Play around the Greyhound and squeeze
The juice out your grapefruit
Prev-one Ketel One, Belvedere, or Grey Goose
Major league beat down, a homerun
A Babe Ruth major labels always wonder when
We gonna break loose
Can't stop the profit motherfucker
I'm like Jeru s&M it's us again
Our people know we stay true
I'm on some Apocalypse Now
Behind enemy lines like Black Hawk Down
The Shining, The Crazies, The Happening
The Town keep your eyes wide shut when
The crows come around