Swollen Members - Valentine'S Day Massacre lyrics

rate me

slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic

sensational recreational narcotics

I thought I lost it but I found it

temptation marches along till I'm surrounded

inspired by fire the sensual illusion

caught between the crossfire anger and confusion

howl at the moon black blanket that's starlit

im rarely romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted

not to be taken for granted

my past has come back and haunted for real

I've all ready danced with death. a dozen black roses

I pose with babies breath

be afraid a place where magic is made

I'll rain on your parade with silver razor blades

I'm creepin over the fence crawlin through your back yard

my mind states intense

savage penetration on the rocks with a twist

now scream and shake your fists

cause dreams are made of this

for real the opposite transmit telepathic

Roamin' the flats with automatics and back packs

Doin' jacks for Big Macs, accumulatin' stacks to make G's Nigga please, you artificial

You dropped somethin', it's your heart

An' it's still pumpin', pumpin' you from this existence

It seems to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be manipulatin' skin

But no way, because you fake I can trace out your image

Even though you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' that

Stay back at least 150 inches,

You brew tea? an I know you know I can sense it

With the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenches

Henceforth the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps

Swingin' sleep out your mouth

How long you been hibernatin'? Too long!

You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your melon

Droppin' grammar like a judges hammer

I feel you mark, feel me feel your chart

You gotta be real an you gotta to have heart

You gotta to be real an you gots to have heart

Stir the blur, nuts and bolts whirl

Stored in electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floors

Shift the weight towards the door, in hopes of escape

When hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev creates

Sound break, concord, eye of the condor

Hand skills of a saboteur, your in for

A war that pours coarse of molten into cords

Strung by the young ones, put me on tour

No folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores

Soft rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon characters

Grafted from Africa, in this game you got no stature

Not even a factor in this

Whole shit makes me yawn

Snatch your heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawn

Antonym of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat mentality

Have ? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out your Suburban

Fallacy with no antidote, in this ? your age get broke

Runnin' from gun smoke, ballin' never rumin'

Silver spoons crumbin' from flavour

Soon there will be no overseer to save ya

When I delve, tell your podiatrist it's a size 12

National ? Soldiers, leakin' a swine

A snake with no spine, I'll see you, I peeped you

You'll see blue, the fake:

A quick death is your fate

Now, I got shit to do