Luyện nghe bài hát Face Melter

blaze a face melter, go fish,
itchin for a pit to put the pig in,
scalped feeder, nose bleeder, cheap seats,
to the meat eater sweet weak freaks,
up?
grip clicker, smack the box fix picture,
stickle over shit, cinema in the plasma,
the key degree was obtained in the savage years,
where he learned the of a wire hanger to rabbit ears,
every pixel that dead over the carpet,
had to be spit shinned and hidden the ford duster parketh,
when mommy marched in, wrapped the in the napkin,
for your electric paradesio after the crashes,
and i'm high on ion jitters,call it a directive of the damned,
who grew to easy to white noise,
the humming of the machinary running them crawl,
social larvey plugged into the wall,
the little short circuit the still born vibe,
till the villagers and determand "it is alive",
shipped to view eyes fuzzy talking funny,
like "eagle one to grey squirrel whats twenty dunny?",
i clumsy with electrode head pan (sorry),
pitty the pretty internet gotta the bed pan,
hand numb from the finger to the thumb (right!),
right got in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!),
at some point when drunk on electric kisses,
i'd apparently notarized forms excusing scalp (sign this),
the pain came on a makeshift stage,
and to in an inoperable eight bit frame rate,
for i made a game play, reborn torn,
at the ministry of trying to get informed,
duck it out and i will cease all wars,
so if you babysit a be fore warned,
i be the (ultimate), multi polar,
medicine cabinet stocked adequate,
pockets like maraccas, that will shake he stepped,
which explains the circle of where he slept,
then the average bear, barter parts and gadget,
with battery op pardon the barking badgers,
while you were parking in kittens with snarling children,
i was classes with taggers for television (Click!),
days, attica paper scattered,
diagonal mahogony the train savage,
to boxed the botanically inclined child labor,
clipped the perfect petal now play later,
play never, if escaped treasure,
thats a jewel out a old geezer, no teether,
or yesteryear scrapes fester,administer gauze,
but wounds bleed if you ain't ethered the cause,
king of applause (yay!) beats the flood for ten(?),
porn king of newyork, punk perv scum,
waddle on the of the vouyer,
six sick king breezer sniff whores through brick,
i am so dangerous evil and heaven,
allergy to he is the perfect weapon,
un- it and ciphened from delorian doors swivel up,
with aviator radar blip for most glorious fuck,
cool over the frame under the clothes line,
whos crew choose most, mine,
holy trinity, tripple six, x, city barrack,
for punishment super size 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 what he feel is illy to pick at every little of integraty,
as your industry NO,
mentions, track the moniker,
to the freight hot reaking of butter and harmonica,
dirty old man no tea cup thirsty, up skirts,
for slaps from that nurse,
cackle his old lewd (lewd), crass,
show the girl a trick like how he opens can with the only tooth he has,
she like THATS DISGUISTING,
they dont him anabolic ace for nothing, OK,
now picture aside all anti-celebs remain aggro,
mast the flag pole,
dead sturdy, but the day i greet the worms,
i pull the down with me as a fuck you to the norms,
generic's so unappealing and in my 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 style can often out weigh the subject,
so when the changer goes from guns to space,
it is not an to fake credibility for the public,
But fuck it it's ace six records of gibberish right?,
he's trying to hard to be and different right? (riiiiight),
or could it possibly maybe be, his lessons,
can't be 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 will say this to yall that used your of fame,
to mention my name, that minute regret is fuckin insane,
and thats a veteran pedelling free medicine,(here)
who the fouler howler (me) who the rouser,
what the happy hour starved the peruvian powder,(tight)
trade up at the digital jesus factory outlet (bout it, it),
bout it bout it, a fork tongue cutlury, the fuckery is famous,
never wild shook but a that maybe alienated a couple strangers,
held a mongoloid fanbase is alien by nature,
robot wars, hit the floor,
and the semians syncopated a "encore",
alright i'm bored, minute bag of tricks,
if you me you can eat a bag of dicks, ONE