Swollen Members

Swollen Members - Valentine'S Day Massacre lyrics

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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
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Language: English

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