Swollen Members - Death To You Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mad Child]Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to hear my sentimentsI'm hotter than a kettle and my pen's full of adrenalineI stopped takin' that medicine, the dust is finally settlin'Practice close to perfect, nobody is rhyming better thanMad Child, spewing a monstrosity of anguishCountrymen are tryin', but they're not talkin' my languageI rap to cover up the pain just like a *****in' bandageEmotions like the layers on a sandwich, I peel 'em like a mandarinThese young punks, I'm schoolin' em like CambridgeSlap these appetizers, I'm the mother*****in' main dishFirst they're on the nine, but then they're fallin' off like dandruffNow they call me 'White Devil' like Colonel SandersShit, I'm the fire on both ends of a burnin' candleI'll retire when Jesus come back in a cloak and dirty sandalsEven then, still be rappin' up in heaven beside the mangerOther rappers are in danger, I'm the mother*****in' misguided angel[Verse 2: Prevail]MP4, REV, I make the files waveClassic tales of revenge, my friend, I will spit on your graveKids they got no styles today, gray and white and red and blackWhen I attack I send 'em back without their *****in' head intactThink about that, that's a risk, battle axes, bats and fistsWilson Fisk, rapping kingpin, fastest engine, three man blitzThe pits and pendulums of life are barriers to break throughSo barricade yourself inside your house before I take youWelcome to Lakeview, it's a great view from the padded cellCannibal crush, we will prevail and the misguided angel's bad as hellLike the bat out of hell on a motorbikeWith a spike on the helmet on the road to lifeGive 'em the light, little parasites, Pacific Rim, got 'em in my sightsCaught in the crosshairs, you're gonna take a loss hereThere's lots of air but you can't breathe and see it, can't believe itYour eyes are playin' tricks, amazing that you still existYou think you're Superman? Then say my name backwards like Mxyzptlk[Verse 3: I'll Bill]I spit the fire maniacal vile, we’re wire proofDie with your boots on and a gun in your hand, * *My uncle * * mother***** youMother*****er, mother***** everybody in your crewOr anybody who not ridin' with us to the fullest extentPut you under cement in the jungle with debtSmiles of murder and laughs of painWhen we were kids we'd act insane, now we grown considerate the rainBrooklyn, New York, they say we sound like crooks when we talkAnd they probably right, you probably get yourself juxed with a forkIf you steppin' correct, though, everything is copaseticBut most these rap though guys is so patheticWe don't start *, yo, we always down to finish itHumble to the rumble cause we handle our business, kidNothin' to brag about, we just built like thatSimmer down, homie, you could get killed like that[Verse 4: Slaine]Hold up, hold up, police are on my dick, they don't harass me*****es on my dick so if I'm married they don't ask meI explode, she swallow my load, she take a taxiDon't forget your cellphone or fix your make-up, AshleyI’m laughing watchin' you strip, talkin' your shitWhisper underneath your breath leopard Dungarees and mesh shitMy comrades are conniving * * *My bad habits are violent I need a padded assylum(I'm too far gone) Thinking of departuringMy pride paid for what my ignorance was costin' meThe rep got bigger figured everyone was watching meThey looked at me, the underdog, I took this shit impossiblyThrow the *****ing bottle back and toss a molotov on meHoller back, I played this job for keeps and made a boss of meI reek of charisma can't get it off meI serenade the whole world and sing it off-key[Verse 5: Vinnie Paz]You see the guns is large, the bullets hotter than suns and starsY'all are ***** like love songs, it's from the DeBargeWhen my father died he put his *****in' son in chargeAnd he was a G so that made me the son of GodAnd that mean nobody in my family is gonna starveThat mean nobody can trap me, have me under barsBoxcutter Paz leave you with a hundred scarsCops on the ave, evil as a hundred tzarsI'm a hypocrite, sendin' mixed messagesThe hardest mother*****er you ever contended withHarder than servin' 20 back-to-back sentencesAs an apprentice to a life with no aggressivenessThey just make you a dead body on the precipiceWatch heavier than six necklacesRhyme sound effortless, even though the dialogue treacherousKeep the hammer in the boot, behold the rhyme specialist
