Swollen Members&Madchild - Heart(Explicit)
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[00:00.480]Slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic
[00:11.220]Sensational recreational narcotics
[00:14.340]I thought I lost it but I found it
[00:18.750]Temptation marches along till I'm surrounded
[00:21.660]Inspired by fire the sensual illusion
[00:25.740]Caught between the crossfire anger and confusion
[00:28.320]Howl at the moon black blanket that's starlit
[00:47.550]I'm rarely romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
[00:54.960]Not to be taken for granted
[00:56.730]My past has come back and haunted for real
[00:58.260]I've all ready danced with death a dozen black roses
[01:00.090]I pose with babies breath
[01:01.650]Be afraid a place where magic is made
[01:03.270]I'll rain on your parade with silver razor blades
[01:05.519]I'm creepin over the fence crawlin through your back yard
[01:08.910]My mind states intense
[01:09.660]Savage penetration on the rocks with a twist
[01:11.730]Now scream and shake your fists
[01:13.500]Cause dreams are made of this
[01:14.700]For real the opposite transmit telepathic
[01:18.240]Roamin' the flats with automatics and back packs
[01:22.710]Doin' jacks for Big Macs accumulatin' stacks to make G's n***a please you artificial
[01:26.100]You dropped somethin' it's your heart
[01:28.740]An' it's still pumpin' pumpin' you from this existence
[01:32.100]It seems to be absolutely mandatory cuz you be manipulatin' skin
[01:37.350]But no way because you fake I can trace out your image
[01:45.510]Even though you don't cast one I smell a rat I'm smellin' that
[01:53.130]Stay back at least 150 inches
[01:55.590]You brew tea an I know you know I can sense it
[01:57.690]With the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenches
[02:03.240]Henceforth the elbow swings dinging we bring whip to bleed scalps
[02:06.990]Swingin' sleep out your mouth
[02:08.940]How long you been hibernatin' Too long
[02:12.120]You're abiding and aiding a felon to switch your melon
[02:14.550]Droppin' grammar like a judges hammer
[02:16.320]I feel you mark feel me feel your chart
[02:18.630]You gotta be real an you gotta to have heart
[02:22.140]You gotta to be real an you gots to have heart
[02:25.320]Stir the blur nuts and bolts whirl
[02:27.210]Stored in electric ports 4 strong boxes of 10 floors
[02:30.510]Shift the weight towards the door in hopes of escape
[02:31.980]When hands on cord the blazing roof Prev creates
[02:33.810]Sound break concord eye of the condor
[02:35.970]Hand skills of a saboteur your in for
[02:40.650]A war that pours coarse of molten into cords
[02:54.780]Strung by the young ones put me on tour
[02:56.700]No folk lore horsemen for poison pour in skin pores
文本歌词
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
I'm 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 n***a 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