Luyện nghe bài hát Face Melter

blaze with a melter, go fish,
pigeon for a pit to put the pig in,
scalped bottom feeder, nose bleeder, seats,
to the meat eater sweeps weak freaks,
up?
grip clicker, smack the box fix picture,
stickle shit, cinema flicker in the plasma,
the latch key degree was in the savage years,
where he learned the binding of a wire hanger to ears,
every pixel that dead over the carpet,
had to be spit shinned and hidden the ford duster parketh,
when marched in, wrapped the broccoli in the napkin,
for electric paradesio after the parent crashes,
and i'm on ion jitters,call it a prime directive of the damned,
who grew to sleep to white noise,
the humming of the machinary running towards crawl,
social retardation larvey into the wall,
the little short circuit the still born vibe,
the villagers circled and determand "it is alive",
shipped to bell eyes fuzzy talking funny,
like "eagle one to squirrel whats your twenty dunny?",
i piss clumsy electrode head pan (sorry),
pitty the pretty internet gotta the bed pan,
left hand numb from the to the thumb (right!),
right got in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!),
at some point when drunk on electric kisses,
i'd notarized forms excusing scalp slippage (sign this),
the pain came on a makeshift stage,
and sentenced to in an eight bit frame rate,
for that i a game play, reborn torn,
at the ministry of trying to get informed,
they'll duck it out and i will all wars,
so if you a caroline be fore warned,
i be the ultimate (ultimate), polar,
medicine cabinet stocked adequate,
pockets like maraccas, that will shake he stepped,
explains the circle of rattlesnakes where he slept,
smarter then the average bear, parts and gadget,
with battery op enthusiast pardon the badgers,
while you were parking in kittens with snarling children,
i was classes with taggers for television (Click!),
gattaca days, attica scattered,
mahogony boggled the train savage,
to boxed the botanically inclined slave labor,
blades clipped the petal now play later,
play never, if raped treasure,
thats a freebie out a old geezer, no teether,
or even yesteryear fester,administer gauze,
but catourized wounds bleed if you ethered the cause,
king of (yay!) beats the garbage flood for ten(?),
porn of newyork, alley punk perv scum,
on the voyage of the vouyer,
six four sick king breezer sniff whores brick,
i am so dangerous evil and heaven,
to compasion he is the perfect weapon,
un- earth it and ciphened from delorian doors up,
with aviator radar blip for most glorious fuck,
cool green the frame under the clothes line,
whos crew choose most, mine,
holy trinity, tripple six, x, city barrack,
glutton for punishment super me while you at it,
he da:
built hideous,silk of the litigant, silly wicked finick he fidgit the middle digit ish,
will he alter what he is illy to pick at every little smidgen of integraty,
as your industry NO,
final mentions, the moniker,
to the freight hot of butter beans and harmonica,
dirty old man no tea cup thirsty, up skirts,
for slaps that d-cup nurse,
his old gums lewd (lewd), crass,
show the a trick like how he opens can food with the only tooth he has,
she THATS FUCKIN DISGUISTING,
they call him anabolic ace for nothing, OK,
now current aside all anti-celebs remain aggro,
mast the flag pole,
dead sturdy, but the day i greet the worms,
i pull the daisies down 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,
of simpleton wit is the real culprit,
so street, club, battle, conscious or other,
i find interesting 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 rock six records of right?,
he's to hard to be weird and different right? (riiiiight),
or it possibly just 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 nine valentine aint for everybody,
but i will say this to yall that your fifteen of fame,
to mention my name, that minute regret is fuckin insane,
and thats a longevity veteran free medicine,(here)
who the howler (me) who the rabble rouser,
what the happy hour the peruvian aggy powder,(tight)
trade up at the digital jesus factory (bout it, bout it),
bout it bout it, fuck a fork tongue cutlury, the is famous,
never wild shook but a slang that maybe a couple strangers,
a mongoloid fanbase that is alien by nature,
robot wars, hit the floor,
and the semians a gigantic "encore",
alright i'm bored, five bag of tricks,
if you me you can eat a bag of dicks, ONE