Lyrics Crunch (Live) - Swollen Members
Moka
Only
I'm
the
durable
mammal,
Moka
Only
the
complete
abnormality
Fatality
maker,
don't
you
sleep
Why?
It's
detrimental
that
you
set
your
mental
clock
right
So
you
can
catch
the
prime
example
of
those
who
rock
right
The
top
tight,
my
mics
made
of
alabaster
Castin'
shadows
the
size
of
Mount
Shasta
beadore
I
smash
ya
I
promise
to
be
the
bombest,
I
gotta
say
that
You
wanna
die?
Well
you
can
be
accommodated
To
be
honest,
you
soft
like
hummus
To
be
on
another
plateau
you
gotta
rap
pro
or
become
sawdust
I'll?
that
ass
with
no
exception
Been
ill
since
my
conception,
I
come
for
the
collection
Same
ol'
cask
respectin'
bitch
I
can't
front
yo
Bizzy
D
went
back
to
the
hotel
an'
spelled
his
name
in
dough
I'm
hella
pro,
a
rappers
work
is
never
done
I
like
necks,
I
think
I'm
bout
to
sevre
one
Prevail
I
put
my
pressure
on
the
corners
and
cave
the
box
in
There's
homicide
on
my
breath
and
rhyme
circles
of
sin
See
if
I
don't
re-animate
the
meat
grinders
grain
In
the
8 wing
where
grey
veins
protrude
from
my
grey
rings
My
collection
of
strange
things
include:
A
barreling
delivery
like
a
Winchester
and
a
pool
full
of
crude
Oil
in
my
turmoil
ridden
block
of
ill
rhythm
Where
cracker
cockroaches
talk
about
class
division
See
I'm
not
stuck
in
a
strucked
out
function
I
adapt
to
the
place
I
hear
the
bass
bumpin'
Keep
every
rhyme
different,
that's
a
sign
of
a
vetran
Keep
a
bag
of
Buc
Fifties
in
my
cabinet
of
medicine
Mad
Child
Make
sure
the
door's
locked
and
your
deadbolt's
fastened
Your
worst
nightmare
that
shares
no
compassion
Acid
falshbacks
get
hacked
up
into
fractions
Sergeant's
road
kill,
still
missing
in
action
An
unafferctionate
date,
I'm
section
eight
Let's
play,
you
be
the
bride
of
death
and
decay
Do
you
stay
awake
at
night
thinking
Of
the
things
you
should
worry
about?
Follow
this
blood
trail
and
hurdle
Through
the
forest
of
doubt,
til
I'm
out
In
the
wide
open
plains,
hopin'
to
maintain
The
same
yeild,
but
the
field's
littered
with
corpses
Death
is
my
departure,
til
then
I'm
explosive
An
overdose
of
death,
spare
me
no
thrill
I'm
rare,
bare
me
no
ill
will,
I'm
there
The
last
man
standing,
never
call
a
truce
Apologize?
Nah,
strength
needs
no
excuse
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