- Votes:
- Composers:
- Gutter
- Dave/roods
- Jon/mc Naboe
- Tony/albee
- Spencer
 
- See also:
Swollen Members - Valentine's Day Massacre lyrics
"Valentine's Day Massacre"
[Mad Child]
 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
[Thirdrail Vic]
 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 
[Saafir]
 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 Swollen Members - Valentine's Day Massacre - http://motolyrics.com/swollen-members/valentines-day-massacre-lyrics.html
 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 
[Prevail]
 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 
[Big Nous]
 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








