Luyện nghe bài hát Fansong

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

You and blinded mutants
in chat rooms
You on the sheets
mothers clean for you

You have my pockets
Overflowed with
You're with your parents
And you're 35 old

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

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

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You sad and putrid
on the couch
Think fucking better than us?'
You can't leave house

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

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

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

Hate

I like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our
My overhead is way too
For us to not make all these

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

Die
DIE!

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

Transfer you like
To a swiss
you an on impulse buy
And you all out

You're a card
That I will
Every I max you out
I get a miles

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

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

Now the door...