[Lyric] World War Swamp (Swamp Thing (CA))

This is world war swamp

I am a ball of flames
I don’t love the game, no ball and chain
Check your history, not the hall of fame
When were done thirtyone be a holiday
Puff pass on a dusty Backwoods
Boom hit the room like some mustard gas would
Hooray for doomsday I do say
Croon smoothly like Goulet or Bubblé
It’s the turbo team
Tilted to the hilt talkin’ Kurt Cobain
Murk don’t bleed we don’t suffer fools
No rules in the swamp and it fuckin’ rules

In the mud with the trench foot
Big stink lines how the stench look
Out in ecoke eating mezgouf
Swamp gang hit em with a left hook
Big tanks like we no lim
I got the gold chin flow likе the cold wind
Y’all smoking roach trim
I’m out in Oakland smoking on some dope mints
Sound frеak that’s the war craft
Clappin down on the forecast
Can’t tell where the crew ends
Big sav on the ave be a luten
Its like the worlds on fire
Guards in watchtowers like birds on wire
Let it burn got a lighter its our turn we the diamonds in the
Rough survivors of the ruthless homicidal

One percent landing choppers on helipads
Whoever left stay in line Like its Giliad
Swamp warlords jumping out of four door
Retrofitted MPV’s to take our just rewards

Neighbourhood look like Mordor
‘ run to the store?’ hope your parkour is hardcore
___we Carried in on thrones into
Thunder domes gladiators rumble below