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, the dummy box fix picture,
stickle shit, cinema flicker in the plasma,
the latch key was obtained in the savage years,
where he learned the binding of a hanger to rabbit ears,
pixel that leaked dead over the carpet,
had to be shinned and hidden before 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 plugged into the wall,
the little short with the still born vibe,
till the villagers circled and "it is alive",
shipped to view eyes fuzzy talking funny,
like "eagle one to grey squirrel whats twenty dunny?",
i piss clumsy with head pan (sorry),
pitty the internet gotta empty the bed pan,
left hand numb from the to the thumb (right!),
got tubes in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!),
at some point early when on electric kisses,
i'd apparently notarized forms excusing slippage (sign this),
the came on a makeshift main stage,
and to in an inoperable eight bit frame rate,
for that i a game play, reborn torn,
at the ministry of trying to get informed,
they'll 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 shake he stepped,
explains the circle of rattlesnakes where he slept,
smarter the average bear, barter parts and gadget,
with battery op enthusiast the barking badgers,
while you were parking daggers in with snarling children,
i was sharking classes with taggers for (Click!),
gattaca days, attica scattered,
mahogony boggled the train savage,
to the botanically inclined child slave labor,
blades clipped the petal now play later,
never, if escaped raped 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!) the garbage flood for ten(?),
porn of newyork, alley punk perv scum,
on the voyage of the vouyer,
six four sick king breezer 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 green the frame under the clothes line,
whos choose fuel most, mine,
trinity, tripple six, tripple x, city barrack,
glutton for super size me while you at it,
he da:
hideous,silk of the milk litigant, silly wicked finick he fidgit the middle digit ish,
will he alter what he feel is to pick at every little smidgen of integraty,
as industry bitch? NO,
final mentions, the moniker,
to the freight hot reaking of beans and harmonica,
dirty old man no tea cup thirsty, up skirts,
for from that d-cup nurse,
his old gums lewd (lewd), crass,
show the girl a trick like how he opens can with the only tooth he has,
she THATS FUCKIN DISGUISTING,
they call him anabolic ace for nothing, OK,
now current picture aside all anti-celebs aggro,
half mast the pole,
dead sturdy, but the day i greet the worms,
i pull the daisies with me as a fuck you to the norms,
generic's so unappealing and in my opinion,
defeats a civic duty to the culture,
granted every topic has been covered but cutter,
delivery of simpleton wit is the culprit,
so wether street, club, battle, or other,
i find that style can often out weigh the subject,
so when the disc changer goes guns to space,
it is not an to fake credibility for the public,
But it it's ace rock six records of gibberish right?,
he's trying to to be weird and different right? (riiiiight),
or could it possibly maybe be, his lessons,
can't be summed up in a linear set of pop references?,
(WOW) but why try, i'm so groggy,
the mach nine valentine for everybody,
but i will say to yall that used your fifteen of fame,
to mention my name, that sixteenth minute is fuckin insane,
and thats a longevity veteran free medicine,(here)
who the howler (me) who the rabble rouser,
what the happy hour starved the aggy powder,(tight)
trade up at the digital jesus outlet (bout it, bout it),
bout it bout it, fuck a tongue cutlury, the fuckery is famous,
never shook but a slang that maybe alienated a couple strangers,
held a mongoloid fanbase is alien by nature,
wars, machines 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