Luyện nghe bài hát For Fucks Sake

[Ed
i've tried to fathom all the ways in the world is backwards,
and tackle the madness a silver hammer smash it out,
but the is that my discoveries are so fucked and ugly,
that i sprint away faster then the of sound,
outer limits hide the secrets of the silent crowds,
so i'm further till the silence is the only sound,
our village idiots are playing basketball volleyballs,
and shooting hoops at shabby bottle on muddy grounds,
a of the fact that life is hyper-rotten,
typing in an office 'bout some bullshit tryna' some cash,
and looking round at suits and ties at peeps resigned to spending every living day living like and burning atlas maps,
and i hate the fact that people sit and mind their own in packed establishments and feign acknowledgements of swapping facts,
to the point where i start thinking 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 decide what in their history,
but shit the sickest thing is the survivors of the crash will probably inspire me to still embark upon a spree,
my perifory is sick of seeing of stupid human beings shooting semen till the population's super high,
man i swear the planet cannot all these addicts,
soon the sky will vanish into darkness all man is paralyzed,
a and bubble wrapped existence where the hubble tracks,
the microsystems of the population every day,
and keeping tabs on scallywags edward scissortoungue,
in search for code words in the verses that 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 describes the that Mr edward scissortongue sits on it and procrastinates.

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

[Jam
there nuttin like a 9 to 5,
to merc creative urge,
the life and times of emerged,
brightons bright lights the jake that burns,
collate the dirt and arrive on the naked today,
i live life in a blur blazed emerged and chasin a faceless skirt,
so wait your turn to for you saviour sir,
the flames'll for days in your paper church,
my brain would burst if it had the guts to,
i'd escape the if i just had the funds to,
i'm stuck undo, undo, undo,
but control z 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 from this island of violence and war,
and the sirens prized from the jaws,
of my former confinement if to conform,
then rise your moore cause the kids cower hellbound,
piling your thoughts to a twin meltdown,
this is how sweat sounds dripping a prang fist,
in a sandpit missing his atlantis,
thats rich coming from the of a gremlin,
man theres too many and i'm ever descending