Swollen Members

Swollen Members - Therapy lyrics

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I'ma pull out my knife or rifle

I'm a polite psycho, 

its a full out cycle

Of a trifle life,

cops can suck my cock if they don't like us

I hang around prospects strikers bikers

Crueler then a dual bull fuelled with nitrous

Oxide thoughts fly by like a rockslide

How the fuck cry from a glorified barfly

Horrified when you hear this warriors war cry

Four out of five dentists recommend that you support swollen members

On the second wing, get it, people get their teeth knocked in

But some of them will get dentures don't keep talkin

While they sleep walkin, I'm always on their mind

Stressed cause I'm successful and on the grind

Look no ones secretly behind or under this

Its independant bitch I funded it

Does that answer your fucking question? No one owns our shit but us

This is independant man, don't worry who I hang out with man

Just mind your own fucking business





shut your mouth mind your business 





I'm a juggernaut your not, you don't want it

You don't want us to rock your knot

You don't call us if you got some thoughts

You just call us to rock the spot

Demolish and pop the top so whasup?

I don't do shit to mock you dawg

You doin that by yourself cause your not too hot

Now the fat cats run around and copy each other like CD-R's

We dont, cause we be stars, see these scars they didnt appear by themselves

On my knuckles cause motherfuckers wouldnt keep to themselves

When I was younger always havin to defend myself

I was out there doin it with nobody else

Until I met a couple cats, set a couple raps

Got a plan together how to get a couple snaps

Flashback to now, we got a whole operation

But wouldn't if we didn't have a whole lot of patience





shut your mouth mind your business 





Well you're trippin if you think I'm gonna sit on this couch

And tell this shrink what my deeply rooted problems about

The words out my mouth like acts of vengeance

From the blackest dungeons an mass abundance

We move together like shadows and figures

We strike when we like, with the mind like the grave diggers

Painted pictures and still photography, moving images

Reverse psychology, you should here what they call me when I leave the cypher

A nut case, a coo coo, a loo or cypher, when I talk on the beat

Hot hot heat, shotgun trackmeat please come compete

One lap to go before the cartridge blow, hot headed and dreaded

With an incredible arsonal, I kick back and witted in record time

And who'da thought Id have alot of this shit locked in my mind





shut your mouth mind your business
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Language: English

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