Luyện nghe bài hát For Fucks Sake

[Ed
tried to fathom all the ways in which the world is backwards,
and the madness with a silver hammer smash it out,
but the trouble is my discoveries are so fucked and ugly,
that i sprint faster then the speed of sound,
outer city limits hide the of the silent crowds,
so i'm further till the silence is the only sound,
our village idiots are playing with volleyballs,
and shooting hoops at shabby bottle on muddy grounds,
a microcosm of the fact that is hyper-rotten,
typing in an office 'bout some tryna' make some cash,
and looking round at suits and ties at peeps resigned to spending every living day living like rats and burning maps,
and i fucking hate the fact that people sit and mind their own in establishments and feign acknowledgements of swapping facts,
to the point where i start crazy thoughts along the lines of pulling guns like columbine and shooting all those fucking twats,
man i wish the planets crashed and left a lonely habitat where peeps could decide what happened in their history,
but shit the sickest thing is the survivors of the crash will inspire me to still embark upon a killing spree,
my perifory is sick of seeing of these stupid human beings shooting semen till the super high,
man i swear the planet cannot handle all addicts,
soon the sky will vanish into all man kind is paralyzed,
a sanitized and bubble wrapped where the hubble tracks,
the microsystems of the living every day,
and tabs on scallywags like edward scissortoungue,
in search for code words in the verses that he generates,
'cause is glued to the television for days,
a of debauchery that i can not translate,
my giant lakes in flames,
my microphone describes the ways that Mr edward sits on it and procrastinates.

[Dirt
I day dream pace and baby,
and maybe i may seem didn't change me,
i rate being and lay about blazin,
a cloud ridden shade spittin out grape seeds,
so shout if you hate me (heeey),
i know i rate hateful on tapes to the ladies,
but i'm and i can't really change if you paid me,
i'll in the shame till i'm 80,
man fuck it i'd shine some floors,
then shit rhymes, lie, try and hide my thoughts,
you can sit wise rich fucking your horse,
i've got a shit little and a 5's a draw,
this, lifes a and i'm still tryna find peace,
highly unlikely still tryna deep lines in a beehive,
we lick and find people behind me,
speak if your

Baxter]
there nuttin like a 9 to 5,
to your creative urge,
the and times of jake emerged,
when brightons bright lights the that burns,
collate the dirt and arrive on the earth today,
i live life in a hazy blazed emerged and chasin a faceless skirt,
so wait your to pray for you saviour sir,
the flames'll for days in your paper church,
my would burst if it just had the guts to,
i'd escape the if i just had the funds to,
i'm hitting undo, undo, undo,
but z never worked like the drugs do,
trust who the fucking lust has become you,
bun you got the time any more,
let me fly set a course to the sky the floor,
and i'll sore from this island of and war,
and the warbling sirens from the jaws,
of my confinement if died to conform,
then rise from your cause the kids cower hellbound,
piling your thoughts to a twin meltdown,
this is how sweat dripping from a prang fist,
swimmin in a sandpit his atlantis,
thats rich from the head of a gremlin,
man too many steps and i'm ever descending