Luyện nghe bài hát For Fucks Sake

[Ed
i've tried to fathom all the in which the world is backwards,
and tackle the madness with a silver smash it out,
but the trouble is that my are so fucked and ugly,
that i away faster then the speed of sound,
outer city hide the secrets of the silent crowds,
so i'm striding further till the is the only sound,
our village idiots are playing basketball volleyballs,
and shooting hoops at shabby crates on muddy grounds,
a microcosm of the fact that is hyper-rotten,
typing in an 'bout some bullshit tryna' make some cash,
and looking round at suits and ties at peeps to spending every living day living like rats and burning atlas maps,
and i fucking hate the fact that people sit and mind their own in packed establishments and feign acknowledgements of facts,
to the point where i thinking 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 actually what happened in their history,
but shit the sickest thing is the survivors of the crash probably inspire me to still embark upon a killing spree,
my perifory is sick of of these stupid human beings shooting semen till the population's super high,
man i swear the planet handle all these addicts,
soon the sky will vanish into all man kind is paralyzed,
a sanitized and bubble wrapped existence where the tracks,
the microsystems of the population living day,
and tabs on scallywags like edward scissortoungue,
in search for secret code words in the verses he generates,
generation is glued to the television for days,
a of debauchery that i can not translate,
my giant lakes in flames,
my microphone the ways that Mr edward scissortongue sits on it and procrastinates.

[Dirt
I day pace and escapism baby,
and maybe i may seem hate change me,
i rate being lazy and lay blazin,
a cloud ridden shade spittin out grape seeds,
so shout if you hate me (heeey),
i know i being 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 rather shine floors,
then write shit rhymes, lie, try and my thoughts,
you can sit wise fucking ride your horse,
got a shit little bike and a 5's a draw,
this, lifes a and i'm still tryna find peace,
highly unlikely still tryna write deep in a beehive,
we and find sweet people behind me,
speak if lively

[Jam
there aint nuttin a 9 to 5,
to your creative urge,
the life and of jake emerged,
brightons bright lights the jake that burns,
collate the dirt and on the naked earth today,
i life in a hazy blur blazed emerged and chasin a faceless skirt,
so wait your turn to pray for you sir,
the flames'll for days in your paper church,
my brain would burst if it just had the to,
i'd escape the world if i had the funds to,
i'm stuck undo, undo, undo,
but z never worked like the drugs do,
trust who when the lust has become you,
bun you haven't got the any more,
let me fly set a to the sky from the floor,
and i'll sore from this of violence and war,
and the warbling sirens prized the jaws,
of my former confinement if to conform,
then rise from your cause the kids cower hellbound,
your thoughts to a twin tower meltdown,
this is how sweat sounds dripping from a fist,
in a sandpit missing his atlantis,
thats rich coming from the of a gremlin,
man too many steps and i'm ever descending