Cock Blocker Lyrics
| Song | Cock Blocker |
| Artist | Swollen Members |
| Album | Brand New Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro:] | |
| Yo what's up. | |
| Hey, it's Madchild. | |
| You guys let me in man. | |
| It's Madchild from Swollen Members guys... | |
| [Hook - Madchild:] | |
| Walk into the room, an intentional **** blocker | |
| Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper | |
| Big stack of rhymes sits inside of my top locker | |
| Vest like a biker, bottom and top rockers | |
| Walk into a room, unintentional **** blocker | |
| Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper | |
| Prev spitting rhymes harder than a gobstopper | |
| With Rob's knocker, louder than a rock opera | |
| [Verse 1 - Madchild:] | |
| I walk into a mall with a gun, people are panicking | |
| Scream "***** the world" then I shoot a couple mannequins | |
| Hop onto my bike and ride away like Sons of Anarchy | |
| With a bunch of other kids looking for more fun and shenanigans | |
| We all have been abandoned, I don't need your damn companion*****p | |
| Man handling manurism, a maniac with manuscripts | |
| I'm the, I'm the Little Monster spittin' the purest raps | |
| People linin' up like I'm a tourist trap, I'm sure of that | |
| My raps are baffling, they probably think that Mad is daffy | |
| But Mad is happy, kinda baddie, plus a chatty cappy | |
| Got a handicap, cap the size of Andy Capp | |
| Got a strap handy in my backpack, best that you're standing back | |
| The band is back together like bandits in cracked leather | |
| Black bandanas with tassels and tan feathers | |
| You can get mangled by a Bengal tiger | |
| Don't make me give a *****t cause you'll find that you're my fiber | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2 - Prevail:] | |
| We're standing waste deep in *****t creek | |
| With a rap geek and a sick freak | |
| With a beat maker that'll eat fakers like mince meat | |
| Since | |
| was on screen we've long dreamed for our team to rival yours | |
| Screwdrivers thought eye*****, I sky fall from travel wars | |
| What's mine is yours unless, of course | |
| You diss the North and piss me off | |
| When I rap about when my pistol pops | |
| I tap em out, let the bodies drop | |
| It's gravity actually too, why you acting all Humpty dude | |
| I'll spill your blood like zippity do | |
| I'll kill your crew like lickity spit | |
| I think you might be thinking lightly, things are slightly changed | |
| I pulled some chains around your neck then washed you down the drain | |
| The spiral is viral, it's liable to defile you | |
| X-files for miles, where our freestyles are driving through town | |
| Who threw down? New ground broken | |
| There's a black hawk down and the helicopters smokin' | |
| This is hostile territory, hospital beds and inventory | |
| Lots of em dead already | |
| Heavy shells, we bombin' everybody | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3 - Madchild:] | |
| Now I got these lyrics, they’re bubbling in my noggin | |
| Huddled in my room while hobbling like a goblin | |
| Old and now the force is with me like I'm Yoda | |
| Similar resemblance from cigarettes and soda | |
| Multiple personalities altering Mad's reality | |
| Cultivate abnormality into an awesome salary | |
| Form like voltron | |
| These three, compatible | |
| Know deep leading vanity | |
| A meat eating animal | |
| Receding hairline | |
| Beast eating their minds | |
| Keep breeding rare, feeding terror, breathing airline | |
| My microphone is a machete in it's own right | |
| Promise that I won't bite, furniture is bone white | |
| And I will not commit myself to an asylum | |
| Even though I'm schizo and my thoughts are awful violent | |
| I know how to clear a room, hockey mask and tear gas | |
| Smoke bombs and bear mace filling up your staircase | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Outro:] | |
| Yeah, if you wasn't down before, | |
| you definitely ain't getting down now. | |
| You can't reach us no more *****, | |
| that's not a threat, that's a promise |
| Intro: | |
| Yo what' s up. | |
| Hey, it' s Madchild. | |
| You guys let me in man. | |
| It' s Madchild from Swollen Members guys... | |
| Hook Madchild: | |
| Walk into the room, an intentional blocker | |
| Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper | |
| Big stack of rhymes sits inside of my top locker | |
| Vest like a biker, bottom and top rockers | |
| Walk into a room, unintentional blocker | |
| Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper | |
| Prev spitting rhymes harder than a gobstopper | |
| With Rob' s knocker, louder than a rock opera | |
| Verse 1 Madchild: | |
| I walk into a mall with a gun, people are panicking | |
| Scream " the world" then I shoot a couple mannequins | |
| Hop onto my bike and ride away like Sons of Anarchy | |
| With a bunch of other kids looking for more fun and shenanigans | |
| We all have been abandoned, I don' t need your damn companion p | |
| Man handling manurism, a maniac with manuscripts | |
| I' m the, I' m the Little Monster spittin' the purest raps | |
| People linin' up like I' m a tourist trap, I' m sure of that | |
| My raps are baffling, they probably think that Mad is daffy | |
| But Mad is happy, kinda baddie, plus a chatty cappy | |
| Got a handicap, cap the size of Andy Capp | |
| Got a strap handy in my backpack, best that you' re standing back | |
| The band is back together like bandits in cracked leather | |
| Black bandanas with tassels and tan feathers | |
| You can get mangled by a Bengal tiger | |
| Don' t make me give a t cause you' ll find that you' re my fiber | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 Prevail: | |
| We' re standing waste deep in t creek | |
| With a rap geek and a sick freak | |
| With a beat maker that' ll eat fakers like mince meat | |
| Since | |
| was on screen we' ve long dreamed for our team to rival yours | |
| Screwdrivers thought eye, I sky fall from travel wars | |
| What' s mine is yours unless, of course | |
| You diss the North and piss me off | |
| When I rap about when my pistol pops | |
| I tap em out, let the bodies drop | |
| It' s gravity actually too, why you acting all Humpty dude | |
| I' ll spill your blood like zippity do | |
| I' ll kill your crew like lickity spit | |
| I think you might be thinking lightly, things are slightly changed | |
| I pulled some chains around your neck then washed you down the drain | |
| The spiral is viral, it' s liable to defile you | |
| Xfiles for miles, where our freestyles are driving through town | |
| Who threw down? New ground broken | |
| There' s a black hawk down and the helicopters smokin' | |
| This is hostile territory, hospital beds and inventory | |
| Lots of em dead already | |
| Heavy shells, we bombin' everybody | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 Madchild: | |
| Now I got these lyrics, they' re bubbling in my noggin | |
| Huddled in my room while hobbling like a goblin | |
| Old and now the force is with me like I' m Yoda | |
| Similar resemblance from cigarettes and soda | |
| Multiple personalities altering Mad' s reality | |
| Cultivate abnormality into an awesome salary | |
| Form like voltron | |
| These three, compatible | |
| Know deep leading vanity | |
| A meat eating animal | |
| Receding hairline | |
| Beast eating their minds | |
| Keep breeding rare, feeding terror, breathing airline | |
| My microphone is a machete in it' s own right | |
| Promise that I won' t bite, furniture is bone white | |
| And I will not commit myself to an asylum | |
| Even though I' m schizo and my thoughts are awful violent | |
| I know how to clear a room, hockey mask and tear gas | |
| Smoke bombs and bear mace filling up your staircase | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| Yeah, if you wasn' t down before, | |
| you definitely ain' t getting down now. | |
| You can' t reach us no more , | |
| that' s not a threat, that' s a promise |
| Intro: | |
| Yo what' s up. | |
| Hey, it' s Madchild. | |
| You guys let me in man. | |
| It' s Madchild from Swollen Members guys... | |
| Hook Madchild: | |
| Walk into the room, an intentional blocker | |
| Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper | |
| Big stack of rhymes sits inside of my top locker | |
| Vest like a biker, bottom and top rockers | |
| Walk into a room, unintentional blocker | |
| Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper | |
| Prev spitting rhymes harder than a gobstopper | |
| With Rob' s knocker, louder than a rock opera | |
| Verse 1 Madchild: | |
| I walk into a mall with a gun, people are panicking | |
| Scream " the world" then I shoot a couple mannequins | |
| Hop onto my bike and ride away like Sons of Anarchy | |
| With a bunch of other kids looking for more fun and shenanigans | |
| We all have been abandoned, I don' t need your damn companion p | |
| Man handling manurism, a maniac with manuscripts | |
| I' m the, I' m the Little Monster spittin' the purest raps | |
| People linin' up like I' m a tourist trap, I' m sure of that | |
| My raps are baffling, they probably think that Mad is daffy | |
| But Mad is happy, kinda baddie, plus a chatty cappy | |
| Got a handicap, cap the size of Andy Capp | |
| Got a strap handy in my backpack, best that you' re standing back | |
| The band is back together like bandits in cracked leather | |
| Black bandanas with tassels and tan feathers | |
| You can get mangled by a Bengal tiger | |
| Don' t make me give a t cause you' ll find that you' re my fiber | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 Prevail: | |
| We' re standing waste deep in t creek | |
| With a rap geek and a sick freak | |
| With a beat maker that' ll eat fakers like mince meat | |
| Since | |
| was on screen we' ve long dreamed for our team to rival yours | |
| Screwdrivers thought eye, I sky fall from travel wars | |
| What' s mine is yours unless, of course | |
| You diss the North and piss me off | |
| When I rap about when my pistol pops | |
| I tap em out, let the bodies drop | |
| It' s gravity actually too, why you acting all Humpty dude | |
| I' ll spill your blood like zippity do | |
| I' ll kill your crew like lickity spit | |
| I think you might be thinking lightly, things are slightly changed | |
| I pulled some chains around your neck then washed you down the drain | |
| The spiral is viral, it' s liable to defile you | |
| Xfiles for miles, where our freestyles are driving through town | |
| Who threw down? New ground broken | |
| There' s a black hawk down and the helicopters smokin' | |
| This is hostile territory, hospital beds and inventory | |
| Lots of em dead already | |
| Heavy shells, we bombin' everybody | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 Madchild: | |
| Now I got these lyrics, they' re bubbling in my noggin | |
| Huddled in my room while hobbling like a goblin | |
| Old and now the force is with me like I' m Yoda | |
| Similar resemblance from cigarettes and soda | |
| Multiple personalities altering Mad' s reality | |
| Cultivate abnormality into an awesome salary | |
| Form like voltron | |
| These three, compatible | |
| Know deep leading vanity | |
| A meat eating animal | |
| Receding hairline | |
| Beast eating their minds | |
| Keep breeding rare, feeding terror, breathing airline | |
| My microphone is a machete in it' s own right | |
| Promise that I won' t bite, furniture is bone white | |
| And I will not commit myself to an asylum | |
| Even though I' m schizo and my thoughts are awful violent | |
| I know how to clear a room, hockey mask and tear gas | |
| Smoke bombs and bear mace filling up your staircase | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| Yeah, if you wasn' t down before, | |
| you definitely ain' t getting down now. | |
| You can' t reach us no more , | |
| that' s not a threat, that' s a promise |
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