Luyện nghe bài hát Fansong

You people out there give us something more than just record
You us something to hate
And we you, you brainless mutants

You hunched and mutants
in chat rooms
You masturbate on the
Your clean for you

You have lined my
Overflowed gold
You're living with parents
And you're 35 old

You're a of banks
I'd like to rob
You're my online transaction
You're my stocks

Transfer you money
To a Swiss
you on an impulse buy
And you all out

Hate

You sad and putrid
on the couch
Think you're fucking better than
You can't your house

little maggots
Fold your arms and
Go to and make me money
Before I put you

You're a of banks
I'd like to rob
You're my online cash
You're my stocks

you like money
To a account
you on an impulse buy
And you all out

[16x]

I would to get some sleep
But you keep all our things
My is way too deep
For us to not make all things

It's way too cynical, you
Hating what's me
I am not you, I the gods
And if I were, I'd die like

Die
DIE!

a bunch of banks
That I'd to rob
You're my online cash
my future stocks

Transfer you money
To a swiss
Spend you an on buy
And you all out

You're a credit
That I will
Every I max you out
I get a thousand

a brand new car
That I do not
Wrap you round a telephone
Shrug it off and

Just me... Down the elevator...
Through the gates... the stairs...
Just on walking... through the hallway...

Now the door...