Bank Job - Swollen Members

Madchild

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

Prevail

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