bar like oh, oh Hands up, let's go, oh Sipping bottles of Petron, oh Ready to rock and roll, oh [Chorus] Ya battleaxe records, 09 baby Armed to the teeth
Nice pistol mine is chrome Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones By writin these live hooks rhymes and poems Swollen is back to reclaim the throne
From the lungs of an original member, Savagest traveler, Pick my teeth with the bones of cadavres Ravage and magic there's rap in your cabbage Swing
getters. Something out there that we want, we won't let up. Battle axe warriors, we armed to the teeth, And I'm a little monster, a conquering beast.
[Hook:] I crept up from above and took you out Look it's a new sheriff in town Hope you know that you are going down Bang Bang Bang Bang I shut ya down
[Chorus:] I gotta Bollywood Chick, she says she wants to know what Hollywood is, I gotta Bollywood chick, I love the way she makes her hips do a twist
[Chorus: MadChild] How did this get outta control (outta control) I gotta learn how to leave it alone (leave it alone) How did these pills get control
[Chorus 1:] 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Cus of the words that I wrote, I'm certified dope I'm certified dope I'm certified dope Cus of the words that I spoke
[Verse 1:] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path
got em pullin every track back like a bungee, get your bitch love me, fuck em if they hate me call me dark knight, so I make em try my patience armed to the teeth
[x2:] We chop it up We drop the cuts Look out for us Cus here we come (uh-huh) [Madchild:] I'm startin to blow thinkin how far can we go Work hard for
so fly) so fly (so fly) Dropped 300 G's on my ride Ya I'm fly, so fly Bullet proof whip full of women inside Swollen Members are flyest Swollen Members are flyest Swollen Members are flyest Swollen Members
[Madchild:] One, two, three, four, Heart beat badly, poison blood stream, hate myself when no one loves me, I'm so ugly, drugs for days, friends concerned
our brothers got killed that's the first saint gone hopefully the last and we all stay strong Young veteran bonded by friendship honor and vengeance we armed
[Blacksmith:] SMAS You already know... You ain't gotta a right to be talking outside of your mouth You ain't tight and shouldn't utter a word Your arts
Nice pistol mine is chrome Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones By writing these live hooks, rhymes, and poems Swollen is back to reclaim the
Yeah homie I'm a real P.I. I say, yeah homie I'm a real P.I. Oh, I tell that hoe sell that pussy Gimme that money Keep that money comin' back in hundreds
to war like the angels and mongols [Chorus:] Black mask over my face, I get em Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em Beat a hater up till he dum dum diddum Swollen