Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Pan

This be the of the age of dead water
Stitchin every fragment
Somebody live enough to bust through the with a fist up
This is a right now generation murdered by the fan
This is adored by the writers-Dead
With a force activated
No I'm not feelin

Formed by the of badness and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the fickle
But by the still three nickels in a piggy bank
Caught her with her head up funny stomach from the hunger
Flashed automatic with big visions
In a apartment adjacent a crooked starship
Who nation a million's the only remedy
Nine dizzy planets with a bullet riding
Me Through The Gates
I'm bout as sick of burning find the hottest slacker in a visionary
Con artist conduct
Warm for a to the minute he whored herself to disaster
I recognize the cankers by the stagger
As opposed to the skip of big bad slapper
who need to keep the cookies caffeinated
like a mad that'll sleep now, ask after
Calibrate the happy scale he's soakin
wet with a of dead ideas and see if it tipped zero
ego, tall stories of broad glory
I'll be god while you're living life on a full 40
Or maybe I'll be gramacin, homes poor, and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat beard and monstrosity
I drink a bad of gumption
Not bad meaning bad, but bad disgusting
activater activate sludge enough to dungeon for a accolade and wild ones
I committed wild murder, went through the
with a wild merger, woke up in a burner
Space case, boom box, tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no cheddar in labor days
Right now, im here to break a of big system plus my screen
I was never cursed in a russmeyer
Spit sob stories to my dick addictions
Of the dirty at the graves of Salem witches
Driving my stake through the of painstaking business (checkmate)
But I scream Misery (better take)
Out of sleep, lifted up lobotomy, Jackie paper
and a magic sack of dirty shrubbery
I'll be the ugliest version of
kingpin set in motion by the pressure
Some get excited when the sun folds
Some get excited when the hits the pavement
Some get excited when the bullet hits bone and a
I'll escape through the train yard and till it's broken

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be the settling of debt of warm water
A mobile b-boy
Somebody mad enough to cut apart the curtain with a up
This is the dagger in the 88 memorial
This is the to a movement-dead water
I broke fifth and got sparks
No I'm not feelin