Luyện nghe bài hát Ed Gein

Hold up here he nigga
ass nigga!
Help me drag him to the
Psh, heavy ass
Alright help me lift him in the
ass nigga!
on
Let's

Drunked up the wheel, fuck
Rising up in the night on an ill one
Remind me to turn a eye like a real one
Do or die hit 'em by a high with a steel gun
The night has
No it no re-run,
this shit when I'm in the
building you get with the sickness
In the cut I roll it up and another hit before I get vicious
The monster in the dark
and they coming to me with the witches
Leaving no
Blaze with the Brainsick after dark
Shootin' shit up out the water bottle when I put a in your car
Fo' fifth pocus [?]
Walk up with the pow pow a shoutout to Bizarre
Sick when I'm the mask on like Michael
Walk in full of hate, Norman type psycho
Come out in the night, better get your rifle
Spin around ten times and you let it off when I pull the
When I'm up in [?] me with the weed
Hit the homie baby pull up in the foreign roll up on the beat
He told me that he got info on
the where of all the enemies
So I pull up on him with the heater
out the window 'bout "you remember me?"
To keep it all the way G, I done did it ever I had a pager
Middle in the night I come into your house for fucking paper
Anything to pursue money, even taking DVD players
And I ain't going home until a nigga hit up hundred capers
I'm a god, that's that Manson
Mob, but I got a time for ransom
Nine better be are they dancing
Nigga Suge Night got no time for your dancing
Murder 'em is a fashion
Grew up and I really never had
Plus I will really come your home invading your space
Any minute they gon' find they up in a dark room with the fiend
Time to run away from the demon then I put somebodies on my face
Ed

Nature of man to do the things he did to that
In plain scattered throughout the
house was a ghastly array of remains
It's so macabre, so bizarre, so deviant, that we look away
His was Ed Gein

Nigga this
Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm
I murder up on the
microphone and murder everybody in life
Nigga this
Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm
I murder up on the
and murder everybody in real life
Nigga this
Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm
I murder up on the
microphone and murder everybody in real
Nigga that
Ed on Halloween, I'm Brainsick
I murder up on the
microphone and everybody in real life

Ed on Halloween I'm Brainsick
They be on the phone,
but everytime I meet 'em they don't say shit
Knowing every word get up on
my nerves, and I be giving lifts
Make an incision off a decision
now you walkin' 'round buildin faceless
Take this, to the [?] head, [?]
How the fuck you my trust when I
trust the mother fuckers on my damn team
Darkness come any minute [?]
[?] make it sicker maybe the Brainsick in me
You one of the only ones, that,
you ain't the only one with a gun
Wouldn't trust you my life,
always had you up on my even when I'm rollin' one
Raised up at the Jurassic with the T-Rex, you ain't knowin' one
Give a couple bitches,
him out the ditches couldn't even say I owe you one
But that's a different [?], get all big headed
I beat the shit up out a
not like a fuckin' diss record
You the type of nigga that'll run away and cry to the detective
And I'm the one to be cramped up in a just suspected
Bodies hangin' in the with the marijuana and yes I am a fiend
Put a [?]
[?]
And all the wicked type of shit
that you muthafuckas saw in your
I mean, cut 'em up make a wallpaper with your
trip if I'm all out we can go out get plenty
Hang out brains out with the bang bang no chiddy
Then walk up on him in the broad day in a with the 50
Get me, but I [?] trippy,
when I through your dickies,
but I [?] shitty, But I'm not so so
But you run around your chest out on super thug
Like them niggas be like fuck that, so what I been shot
Turn your leg into a lamp; I'm o Shit
Hoe lookin' an alien type tramp; Alfy bitch
off, cut your feet off for fun
And trust you don't really want none the one
Ed

Nigga that
Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm
I everybody up on the
microphone and murder everybody in life
Nigga that
Ed on Halloween, I'm Brainsick
I everybody up on the
microphone and murder everybody in real
Nigga this
Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm
I everybody up on the
microphone and murder everybody in life
Nigga that
Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm
I murder up on the
microphone and murder everybody in real

Investigators were completely and appalled to discover this
collection of human body objects. Uh,
and among the they found were bowls
that had been made the tops of human skulls
And then they found looked like trinkets,
but it was like a string of from breasts, all on a string
They found a shade pole was made from a set of of women's lips
And they had found other parts there.
Then you'd go out what would be
a living room and they found furniture
A lamp shade was made out of human
skin, a chairs that we upholstered in skin
They face masks,
Gein had flayed the skin from the heads of victims and
preserve them and stuffed them
and hung them on the wall as decorations
Hanging the rafters, upside down,
with her head off and gutted like a
His was Ed Gein