Luyện nghe bài hát Valentine's Day Massacre

[Mad

slightly schizophrenic borderline
recreational narcotics
I thought I lost it but I it
temptation marches along I'm surrounded
by fire the sensual illusion
caught between the anger and confusion
howl at the moon black that's starlit
im rarely romantic through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
not to be taken for
my past has back and haunted for real
I've all ready danced with death. a dozen roses
I pose with babies
be a place where magic is made
I'll rain on parade with silver razor blades
I'm over the fence crawlin through your back yard
my states intense
savage on the rocks with a twist
now scream and your fists
dreams are made of this

[Thirdrail

for real the transmit telepathic
the flats with automatics and back packs
Doin' jacks for Big Macs, accumulatin' stacks to make G's please, you artificial

You somethin', it's your heart
An' it's still pumpin', you from this existence
It seems to be mandatory, 'cause you be manipulatin' skin
But no way, you fake I can trace out your image
Even though you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin'
Stay at least 150 inches,
You tea? an I know you know I can sense it
With the nostrils mixed with 6 hostile stenches
Henceforth the elbow dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps
sleep out your mouth
How long you been Too long!
abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your melon
Droppin' grammar a judges hammer
I feel you mark, feel me your chart
You gotta be an you gotta to have heart
You to be real an you gots to have heart

Stir the blur, and bolts whirl
Stored in electric ports, 4 strong of 10 floors
Shift the weight the door, in hopes of escape
When hands on cord, the blazing roof creates
break, concord, eye of the condor
Hand skills of a saboteur, in for
A war that pours coarse of molten cords
Strung by the young ones, put me on
No folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin

[Big

Soft rhymers, their cartoon characters
Grafted from Africa, in this you got no stature
Not a factor in this
Whole shit me yawn
Snatch your heart out chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat mentality
Have ? in my area, you get snatched out your Suburban
Fallacy with no antidote, in this ? age get broke
Runnin' from gun smoke, ballin' rumin'
Silver spoons crumbin' flavour
Soon will be no overseer to save ya
When I delve, your podiatrist it's a size 12
National ? Soldiers, leakin' a
A snake with no spine, see you, I peeped you
see blue, the fake:
A quick is your fate
Now, I got to do