← more from
URBNET
We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Full War Gear

from World War Swamp by Swamp Thing

supported by
DJ Dano Hammer
DJ Dano Hammer thumbnail
YSKKKD
YSKKKD thumbnail
cryptoriger
cryptoriger thumbnail
/

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Includes unlimited streaming of World War Swamp via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days
    5 remaining
    Purchasable with gift card

      $13 USD or more 

     

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $1 USD  or more

     

  • Buy the Full Digital Album

  • Ghostly White 12" Record + CD + Digital Download
    Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Includes unlimited streaming of World War Swamp via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Sold Out

  • Ghostly White LP + Digital Copy
    Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Includes unlimited streaming of World War Swamp via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Sold Out

  • Full Digital Discography

    10
    releases

    Get all 10 Swamp Thing releases available on Bandcamp and save 35%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Golden Crab, Noise Machine, World War Swamp, Salty Gator [with Ollie Teeba], Cherry Mongoose, Horse Power, Pray To Science, Planet Murk, and 2 more. , and , .

    Purchasable with gift card

      $48.10 USD or more (35% OFF)

     

lyrics

Let it rock and roll
Swamp warriors let the falcon close
Lobster with the vodka smoke
My brain all foggy then it’s audios
Off on another plan
The ganja all green like a Celtics fan
Fuck with a mountain man
Slap you in the face with the talcum hand
Drinking on the wild Turk
find gold in a pile of dirt
Told you this is high alert
I rise in the sky with the iron shirt

Welcome to the world premiere.
Step into the realm it’s the house of mirrors.
Walk in with the Belvederes.
Warriors lined up in full war gear.

Till I’m belly up y’all can’t tell me what.
Buzzin’ off the bubbles in the sippy cup.
Uppercut the whole roof off a punch buggy.
Droppin' gems pick up what you want from me.
Electric chair tellin' 'em just do it.
Feels like I'm sittin' on chrome, Chris Hewett.
Big Belvo jockey with the elbows.
Not to be the next for whom the bell tolls.
Brass monkeys tearin' down your jungle gym.
Sluggin’ fuckin’ vodka by the jug again.
Lemme in livin' so dystopian.
Till the world premier grand reopening.

_Every man lives swamp Never truly die
the dude abides step up and get euthanized
my crew supersized yo tell me who surprised
When we rise up out the murk with some goonie eyes

We big apes wearing that chain mail
41 ton punch hit like a Grey wale
Ride the beat Like a horse clopping
Make you take your medicine straight no Mary Poppins

So come and get lost in the fun house
kung pow chicken put some liquor in your dumb mouth
the plots thickened up heating like a brazen bull
we take control won’t stop till we Payed in full

A lotus only grows in the mud.
The colder the wind blows the colder the blood.
A Ghost orchid deep in the swamp.
We carry on keepin' it calm.

Coming swampy out the merky depths
Face slapped looking perplexed
Lurch running with the gurked neck
My wig on fire that’s on purpose
Ahhh ahhh let the lasagna steam
My dogs run the relay like the Ghana team
Rise up like a muddy beast
Or get wrapped up like some mummy sheet
lamped up how I maintain
Big Great Dane that’s a game change
Ganja in my face and I’m long gone
The butterfly’s is back bong bong

Horse chest looking gorgeous
you been forwarded any curious George gets
Lost in the murky mist Ghost orchid
Bloom and the scripture reads like post mortem

Charles Darwin drums with distortion
Corbin Dallas wardrobe hop aboard starships
Drop into orbit rock opulent portraits
Paint a pretty picture stick figures in the forest

its halloween trick or treat
Bitter sweet symphony you can call me Mister T
Authentic Sav beats clap like a Desert Eag
The recipe a mystery the secret rest in peace

Fuck a world tour this is world war.
Born where the mornin’ dew forms from chloroform.
No decorum for the posers on a bogus journey.
I keep it grimy to remind me what the lotus learned me.
So step right and get mangled.
Y’all been squares so long you rectangled.
Newfangled ways to get strangled.
Handled by ankles Van Winkle dangled.
Banished to the land of wind and ghosts.
You ain’t fly Icarus your wings’ll roast.
Slow, no rest for the wicked.
Out in the marsh mellowed with the orchids.

credits

from World War Swamp, released October 29, 2021
Paul DeFrancesco, Tim Wallace, Justin Lepine, Ward Pitfield

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Swamp Thing image

Swamp Thing Toronto, Ontario

Toronto's three-headed rap monster, Swamp Thing (Timbuktu, Chokeules, & Savilion), have a ritual of delivering dark, b-movie inspired, heavy duty thunderclaps every Halloween.

contact / help

Contact Swamp Thing

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Swamp Thing, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Attic frontman Meister Cagliostro talks heavy metal theatrics and the band's new album.
listen now