Poison Jam Songtext
von 2 Mello

My first draft is better than your last draft
Rappin′ like a vampire wrapped in a black sash
All blood, everything blood red Adidas
Color coordinated, know the Jam when you see us
Flying down the hills on the wheels of steel
Jet Set blades on parade in the shade
I'm the type of cat you can′t spot in a mirror

Only talk to girls that dress just like Vampira
She got mascara, we got masks that scare ya crew
Claws that tear ya crew, eyes that glare at you
It's all about blood flow, no love, GGs wet 'em
Street′s hell on your knees, you learn to say please better

Come to Benten boys, come to Kogane-cho
And bring your radio, we always ready to go
You know you better get all two of your boys then
That′s right, I don't spit fire, I spit poison


Poison, from the can in my hand
Ay yai yai down to die for the Jam, I spit
Poison, from the can in my hand
Ay yai yai down to die for the Jam, I spit
Poison, from the can in my hand
Ay yai yai down to die for the Jam, I spit
Poison, from the can in my hand
Ay yai yai down to die for the Jam

(Poison Jam!)

(Poison Jam!)

I got a lumpy face, my hair is scraggly
I′m all lonely, nobody wants me
'Cept for the other monsters, we doing monster things
Run your block, cop bones like chicken wings

Spot me watchin′ Nosferatu on loop
Amygdala-destroying enigma, yeah, that's Poison
Rokkaku catch more bodies than Chainsaw Massacre
If we ever workin′ together then that's the factor

Me and my baby on the graveyard steps
Always rock, matching ice after blood sacrifice
Parlay with gang action to reclaim our rep
Spray with the same passion that you pray for death

Don't need chemical fix for my maniacal tricks
420 can spark in hell, give me 666
So if you wanna get with this, form up, join hands
Get a knife, share blood, and give your life to the Jam


Poison, from the can in my hand
Ay yai yai down to die for the Jam, I spit
Poison, from the can in my hand
Ay yai yai down to die for the Jam, I spit
Poison, from the can in my hand
Ay yai yai down to die for the Jam, I spit
Poison, from the can in my hand
Ay yai yai down to die for the Jam

(Poison Jam!)

(Poison Jam!)

You can′t grind away on rails that are soaked with your own blood
Poison Jam, casting a shadow over your neighborhood
Rokkaku wants to gentrify, we just want to petrify

Echolocate like bats, split you like an ax with the rap
Spit a spell in a salt circle and shit
Got you shaking in your boots, GG troop

Fright and terror
With the fresh Nike Airs you can′t see in the mirror
See you in your nightmares