Luyện nghe bài hát Face Melter

blaze a face melter, go fish,
itchin for a pit to put the pig in,
scalped bottom feeder, nose bleeder, seats,
to the meat eater sweeps weak freaks,
up?
grip clicker, the dummy box fix picture,
stickle over shit, cinema in the plasma,
the key degree was obtained in the savage years,
where he learned the binding of a wire hanger to ears,
every pixel that leaked over the carpet,
had to be spit shinned and hidden the ford duster parketh,
when marched in, wrapped the broccoli in the napkin,
for your electric after the parent crashes,
and i'm on ion jitters,call it a prime directive of the damned,
who to sleep easy to white noise,
the of the machinary running towards them crawl,
social retardation larvey plugged the wall,
the short circuit with the still born vibe,
till the villagers and determand "it is alive",
shipped to bell eyes fuzzy talking funny,
"eagle one to grey squirrel whats your twenty dunny?",
i piss clumsy electrode head pan (sorry),
pitty the pretty internet empty the bed pan,
left numb from the finger to the thumb (right!),
right got tubes in it, is fun (yaaay!!),
at some early when drunk on electric kisses,
i'd apparently notarized forms excusing slippage (sign this),
the came on a makeshift main stage,
and sentenced to in an inoperable eight bit rate,
for i made a game play, reborn torn,
at the ministry of information to get informed,
duck it out and i will cease all wars,
so if you a caroline be fore warned,
i be the (ultimate), multi polar,
mobile medicine cabinet adequate,
pockets like maraccas, that will when he stepped,
which explains the of rattlesnakes where he slept,
smarter then the average bear, barter and gadget,
with battery op enthusiast pardon the badgers,
while you were parking in kittens with snarling children,
i was sharking classes taggers for television (Click!),
gattaca days, attica scattered,
diagonal mahogony boggled the savage,
to boxed the botanically child slave labor,
blades clipped the perfect now play later,
play never, if escaped treasure,
thats a freebie out a old geezer, no teether,
or even scrapes fester,administer gauze,
but catourized bleed if you ain't ethered the cause,
king of applause (yay!) beats the flood for ten(?),
king of newyork, alley punk perv scum,
waddle on the of the vouyer,
six four king breezer sniff whores through brick,
i am so evil and mercy heaven,
allergy to he is the perfect weapon,
un- earth it and ciphened from doors swivel up,
with aviator radar blip for most glorious fuck,
cool green over the under the clothes line,
whos crew choose most, mine,
trinity, tripple six, tripple x, city barrack,
glutton for punishment super me while you at it,
he da:
built hideous,silk of the milk litigant, silly finick he fidgit the middle digit ish,
will he alter he feel is illy to pick at every little smidgen of integraty,
as your bitch? NO,
final mentions, the moniker,
to the freight hot reaking of butter and harmonica,
old man no tea cup thirsty, peak up skirts,
for from that d-cup nurse,
cackle his old lewd (lewd), crass,
show the girl a trick like how he can food with the only tooth he has,
she THATS FUCKIN DISGUISTING,
they dont call him ace for nothing, OK,
now current picture aside all remain aggro,
mast the flag pole,
dead walk sturdy, but the day i the worms,
i pull the daisies with me as a fuck you to the norms,
generic's so and in my humble opinion,
a rappers civic duty to the culture,
granted topic has been covered but cookie cutter,
delivery of simpleton wit is the culprit,
so street, club, battle, conscious or other,
i find that interesting style can often out the subject,
so the disc changer goes from guns to space,
it is not an attempt to fake for the public,
But it it's ace rock six records of gibberish right?,
he's to hard to be weird and different right? (riiiiight),
or it possibly just maybe be, his lessons,
be summed up in a linear set of pop culture references?,
(WOW) but why try, i'm so groggy,
the mach valentine aint for everybody,
but i say this to yall that used your fifteen of fame,
to mention my name, that sixteenth minute is fuckin insane,
and a longevity veteran pedelling free medicine,(here)
who the fouler (me) who the rabble rouser,
what the happy hour starved the peruvian powder,(tight)
up at the digital jesus factory outlet (bout it, bout it),
bout it bout it, fuck a fork tongue cutlury, the is famous,
never wild shook but a slang that alienated a couple strangers,
a mongoloid fanbase that is alien by nature,
robot wars, hit the floor,
and the syncopated a gigantic "encore",
alright i'm bored, minute bag of tricks,
if you me you can eat a bag of dicks, ONE