Swollen Members - Total Package lyrics

About to drill ya with a killer combo

King Kong, Godzilla and Rambo

Marker author, ain't no bitch I'm down to die for

Rifle in your mouth, peace to Poco on a 14 year bid

For jackin' mad kids, respect all my gangsta's doin' bad shit

An' that's it, Mad Child does nitroglycerin and acid

Warlock, focused on witch craft

You're listening to classic plastic explosives

Forceful courses of action,

Internationally we ration out portions of passion, insane

Cuz mental gain, like rock cocaine to brain

Hard to kick habit, when addict

Leather face, the devil spits silver saliva

TransCanada highway robbery, drunk getaway driver

This here's a bad combination

Like Mad Child with an AK-47, a bottle of Jack and a home invasion

Make you knock, laughin' as you strapped to the mattress

A can of gasoline, a pack of matches, for the total package

Bitch

Break out your tape recorders, make sure you document this

Apocalypse, infinitely adjacent, we stylin' with aquaness

Unorthodox, knock shit, neon crushin' ask us

Just advance me, rushin' up the beat, an' pass me the blunt

Eh yo, I'm here to set it on you cats from the moment I entered

Moldin' the center on it, adventure, performin' the scripture

A mad child prevailin' like a swollen member, so remember me

As obesely, intelligence with diplomatic immunity

A trained killer that's trained to kill ya

I make the fronters have bad dreams like a mad scene

From a hardcore thriller, throwin' fits in your sleep

We got heat, mission complete is when the record sound crisp in the jeep

Some say I think ill, and tranquilize rappers like pills

Ink deals and rap underground where the street feels- blast

But the fact is you don't know the half,

Closin' the caskets on your sound an' takin' over with a total package

Bolted and welded, I know that you felt it

Scrap yard, iron arms, swingin' hectic

Imperial metric, superior complex

We make seriously powerful records

Battleaxe vengeance, attendance grows at every show

Doin' songs with Planet Asia, smashin' stereos

Hi-fidelity, pride in my energy

It's 3 the hard way, queens in Bombay

My regional army throws explosive parties

We've rose in the hierarchy

Hose in the fire escape, world wide

Connected by hands that wave

Double edged-sharp

Take part and start the flow of the colour red

Old man Prev, an omen, a legend

Beats are produced by my brothers in Venice

10 + 2 gauge, total package of razor blades