Luyện nghe bài hát Famous Last Words

is the key
Did I get crossed absolutely,
Everybody's etched in a little piece of themselves, we're though.
Fountain of youth like and jesabelles, no wedding bells, queen elizabeth.

Holy motherfucker smack your gauntlet a labyrinth.
Escher crustified seen through walls hand carved
Don't make a madman out of gifts.
X marks something magnificent if it's to be,

And I'm daddy kev, well welcome to my odditorium.
Let's make molehills of insecticide what are made of in and about
With all limbs as one it's a masterpiece and you're invited, who's sweating?
Wake the waves we throwing tantrums who's catching jathan vs the spicegirls

Ideas thrown at random time is to and I'm an archangel.
Slaying every cliche I've ever thrown where's the diss in
I'm dissing languages, what's the everyone is called out.
Numbers in everything, my dick, I ain't linda tripping this is my stadium.

Another of gab I suppose everyone oughtta change their clothes
Oh these are angels apparently god lives in seattle.
Jathan is the ceo in a desk of air, salute the before they melt omega6.
I've been sacrificed to a volcano it out,

I'm a big word paraphrasing of genius.
my eyes burning every time I'm reading this,
If it's meant to cry, and I all people are meant to die.
What is it looking at? there's a hole in my chest call it heartache.

a ventriloquist, antagonist, wanna be soothsayer, rhymesayer, so the irony is whatever.
Oh look I slit my wrists so I'm supposed to be a lantern in animation abandoning all my human traits.
You're all in bondage, bon we keep it in accompaniment,

professionalism, throw up your w's ask questions.
This is a questionaire you've abandoned your god, where we all godforsaken
In a writer's workshop all alone,
We in a makeshift writer's all by myself.

Where are my planets we are all planets in plain
Walking in line where's the in that?
This is my office who are you at?
Drink your santa shit, take smart shit elsewhere.

I'm practicing being dumb, tempt me. I can take off my shirt,
Black and yellow that shit is dead.
Sole is my epitath that makes this the farewell slash
never before so do whatever.

Everyone is on the floor this is a stickup you're raped for your innocence,
So I'll rob you for what that's worth.
I love my mother and amanda's it's over, take your picture leave me alone,
This isn't me.

Paint tim holland naked, it and weep.
Wipe thought off your face I'm on an ego trip.
So where's my trophy who wins humanity 1200 hobos those numbers make sense.
We make up a percentage a brainwashing pestilence.

It's all about advertising, can I space in your mind?
It's all about merchandising I'm so underground everyday I wake up at 7:30 and I still dead.
It's all about if I come down up off of this irony coming off hard,
One ideas of sympathy. let's dance, sex symbol symphony time for ambush.

Eight twilights in a frame, all on portland, maine m.e.
This is my god complex and all shareholders.
Hold hands, can I get an om, or a
pay you back over my dead body resurrected, still torn and stillborn,

I'm still adding names next it will be more like "dear society."
I'm a live poet still fermenting and ending any explanation on an
We call hiphop and I think it's the greatest of time ever shat.
Where's my sarcasm, it's actually sincerity when I rap what I do.

All hip-hop is something I listen to when I know I'm not talking about.
Or insinuating disclaimer everything I write is a song,
time I'm talking about the things I can't change.
We'll always be and pointing fingers

in the end we should have been building skyscrapers. this is my planet,
I'll have my people talk to your people I'm not weird and bored
So let's be important while writing hand gestures give me some oceans.
orphans and organs in a well in a porn like carousel

This is a springboard.
An idealistic "isn't it the time it took to step off?"
Someday will be an ancient society.
I'm doing this in hopes of never getting crossed out, so where's my dotted

I forgot my lines and I'm running out of steam. so me here to die for a minute.