(Prevail) Fate plays a swan's song sweet staccato, deep sterling silver bullet, leather bomb or a prada No fabric can protect you from the magic I let
[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,
Cry in vain 8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 (Go, Go) 'Cause of the words that I wrote I'm certified dope I'm certified dope I'm certified dope 'Cause of the words that
know it (x6) im so fly, so fly drop 300 G's on my ride yeah i'm fly, so fly bullet proof whip for the women inside swollen members the flyest, swollen members
We chop it up We drop the cuts Look out for us Cus here we come (uh-huh) [X2] [Madchild] Im startin to blow thinkin how far can we go Work hard for the
go-getters. Something out there that we want, we wont let up. Battle axe warriors, we armed to the teeth, And I'm a little monster, a conquering beast
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
[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
like oh, oh Hands up, let's go, oh Sipping bottles of petrone, oh Ready to rock and roll, oh (Chorus) ya battle x records, 09 baby on to the teeth
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 with
[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
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
em pulling every track back like a bunji And yeah ya bitch love me fuck 'em if they hating Call me doc nice I make 'em a trauma patient Armed to the teeth
[Hook] I crept up from above and took you out Look its a new sheriff in town Hope you know that you are going down Bang Bang Bang Bang I shut ya down
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
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.
