Luyện nghe bài hát Face Melter

blaze with a melter, go fish,
itchin for a pit to put the pig in,
scalped feeder, nose bleeder, cheap seats,
to the eater sweeps sweet weak freaks,
up?
grip clicker, the dummy box fix picture,
stickle shit, cinema flicker in the plasma,
the latch key degree was obtained in the years,
where he the binding of a wire hanger to rabbit ears,
every pixel that leaked dead the carpet,
had to be spit shinned and hidden the ford duster parketh,
when mommy marched in, the broccoli 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 to sleep easy to white noise,
the humming of the machinary towards them crawl,
social larvey plugged into the wall,
the little short with the still born vibe,
till the villagers circled and "it is alive",
shipped to bell view eyes talking funny,
like "eagle one to grey whats your twenty dunny?",
i piss clumsy electrode head pan (sorry),
the pretty internet gotta empty the bed pan,
left hand numb from the finger to the (right!),
right got in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!),
at some early when drunk on electric kisses,
i'd apparently forms excusing scalp slippage (sign this),
the pain on a makeshift main stage,
and sentenced to in an inoperable bit frame rate,
for that i made a game play, torn,
at the ministry of information to get informed,
they'll duck it out and i cease all wars,
so if you babysit a caroline be warned,
i be the (ultimate), multi polar,
medicine cabinet stocked adequate,
pockets like maraccas, that will when he stepped,
which the circle of rattlesnakes where he slept,
smarter the average bear, barter parts and gadget,
battery op enthusiast pardon the barking badgers,
while you were parking daggers in kittens with children,
i was sharking with taggers for television (Click!),
gattaca days, paper scattered,
diagonal mahogony the train savage,
to boxed the botanically inclined child labor,
blades clipped the perfect now play later,
never, if escaped raped treasure,
thats a jewel out a old geezer, no teether,
or yesteryear scrapes fester,administer gauze,
but catourized wounds bleed if you ain't the cause,
king of applause (yay!) beats the garbage for ten(?),
porn of newyork, alley punk perv scum,
waddle on the of the vouyer,
six four sick king breezer sniff through brick,
i am so dangerous and mercy heaven,
to compasion he is the perfect weapon,
un- earth it and ciphened from delorian swivel up,
with aviator radar for most glorious tittie fuck,
cool over the frame under the clothes line,
whos crew choose most, mine,
holy trinity, tripple six, tripple x, barrack,
glutton for punishment size me while you at it,
he da:
built hideous,silk of the milk litigant, silly wicked finick he fidgit the middle ish,
will he alter what he feel is illy to at every little smidgen of integraty,
as your industry NO,
final mentions, the moniker,
to the freight hot reaking of butter and harmonica,
dirty old man no tea cup thirsty, up skirts,
for slaps from d-cup nurse,
his old gums lewd (lewd), crass,
show the girl a trick like how he opens can food with the only he has,
she like THATS DISGUISTING,
they dont him anabolic ace for nothing, OK,
now picture aside all anti-celebs remain aggro,
half mast the pole,
dead walk sturdy, but the day i the worms,
i pull the daisies down me as a fuck you to the norms,
so unappealing and in my humble opinion,
defeats a rappers civic to the culture,
granted every topic has been covered but cutter,
of simpleton wit is the real culprit,
so street, club, battle, conscious or other,
i find that interesting style can out weigh the subject,
so the disc changer goes from guns to space,
it is not an to fake credibility for the public,
But fuck it it's ace rock six of gibberish right?,
trying to hard 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 valentine aint for everybody,
but i will say to yall that used your fifteen of fame,
to mention my name, that sixteenth regret is fuckin insane,
and thats a longevity pedelling free medicine,(here)
who the fouler (me) who the rabble rouser,
what the hour starved the peruvian aggy powder,(tight)
trade up at the digital jesus outlet (bout it, bout it),
it bout it, fuck a fork tongue cutlury, the fuckery is famous,
never wild shook but a slang maybe alienated a couple strangers,
held a mongoloid fanbase that is 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