Текст песни Bank Job - Swollen Members
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
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