Swollen Members - Planet Alignment lyrics

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Swollen Members - Planet Alignment lyrics

[Verse One: Buc Fifty] I'm too hot to handle though, too bold to fold I could raise Hell then freeze it, n***a I'm that cold Billion below zero, I fear no queer flow Turn the fluid in a devil's bones to cherry ice cones Give him hypothermia from my isotones Look out below, out the sky, hitting your dome Frozen H2O, hundred pound icicles I'll throw an '84 quarter in the sky, locked and load Bust one shot and like magic the quarter's gone But look behind ya back though, stacked up on the floor Five brand new, 2000 nickles Bust a cat with a shot, make burger's fry, shaking pickles Like a knife twisted in ya gut this sh** tickle When I die, go to Heaven with Red Fox and sip ripple [Verse Two: Freestyle] Behold the cold blade of Excalibur Never to pity fools Rule with an iron hand, so it's simple to break the rule Out of sight of our kingdom, your problems are minuscule Musketeers rush ya fears, ya subject to ridicule Man With An Iron Mask, get cast deep in the dungeon With torches to your orchard, ya band is stoned, bludgeoned As I seize with ease, consider me ya legacy of chivalry Ubiquity, legendary's epitome The planet's are aligned to my Gibralter's design Round table is where we dine Five divine concubines in shining armor Defining karma with swords attached to brandish mic hoards And all you have to do is press record Moat surrounds the castle but yet we still catapult Giving you bad results for your villages and cults Monster like the Loch Ness Mid evil cerebral as my accomplish Is Swollen Members [Verse Three: Mad Child] Feel the flame, here comes the king of pain That goes against the grain Get lost in my domain Serpent lies coiled at the entrance Fantastic four Explore the depth of the defensive Planet alignment, poisonest placement Try not to think of all the years I've wasted Taste a touch of terror, soaked in seclusion Instinct is anger, laced with confusion You'll come to the conclusion Mad Child's to blame For always acting up, how you think I got my name? Causing a disturbance Conflicts are constant I'm drunk in the middle of the club like, "Who want's it?" Heinekens in both hands, obnoxious laughter I regret nothing, except the morning after Broken knuckles, stitches on my dome These day, unless I'm on tour, I'm staying home [Verse Four: Prevail] Thee unfortunate Rhyming all disproportionate My life and times is a biography for coroners That same trap of steel that wraps around your heel And drags you under the soil for worm meal Has a replica I can spin it back from the shack Where they spit twisted algebra and mix it with pig fat And mentioning the contention of inventions that I've built For the stretching of a frame of a rapper filled with filth That's the job of a hog in this daily jog You pack the load or you end up on the burning road Forget a confrontation if you dream of turning old Witness the wingspan, welcome to the king's land Growling with the wolf pack, howling as we k** lambs You gotta eat, yo that's the crisis of the freak We either leave you out for crow's beak or slow leaking ga**es And bring you six days closer to Sabbath Whatever magic you possessed is now laid to rest Stay distressed It helps me know that I impress What spins through flesh, teeth through muscle We eat through the metal and beat down the humble