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 hammer smash it out,
but the trouble is that my discoveries are so and ugly,
that i sprint away faster then the of sound,
outer city limits the secrets 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 crates on grounds,
a microcosm of the fact life is hyper-rotten,
typing in an office 'bout bullshit tryna' make some cash,
and looking round at suits and ties at peeps resigned to spending living day living like rats 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 where i start thinking crazy thoughts along the lines of pulling guns like columbine and shooting all those fucking twats,
man i the planets crashed and left a lonely habitat where peeps could actually decide what happened 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 handle all these addicts,
soon the sky will vanish darkness all man kind is paralyzed,
a sanitized and bubble wrapped where the hubble tracks,
the microsystems of the living every day,
and keeping tabs on scallywags like scissortoungue,
in search for code words in the verses that he generates,
'cause generation is to the television for days,
a marathon of debauchery i can not translate,
my lakes alive in flames,
my microphone the ways that Mr edward scissortongue sits on it and procrastinates.

[Dirt
I day dream pace and baby,
and maybe i may hate didn't change me,
i rate being lazy and lay blazin,
a cloud ridden shade out little grape seeds,
so women shout if you me (heeey),
i i rate being hateful on tapes to the ladies,
but i'm james and i can't change if you paid me,
i'll dance in the shame i'm 80,
man fuck it i'd rather shine floors,
then shit rhymes, lie, try and hide 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 still tryna write deep lines in a beehive,
we lick and find sweet people me,
speak if lively

[Jam
aint nuttin like a 9 to 5,
to merc your urge,
the life and times of emerged,
when brightons bright lights the that burns,
collate the and arrive on the naked earth today,
i live in a hazy blur 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 world if i had the funds to,
i'm hitting undo, undo, undo,
but control z 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 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 confinement if died to conform,
then rise from your moore the kids cower hellbound,
piling your thoughts to a tower meltdown,
is how sweat sounds dripping from a prang fist,
swimmin in a missing his atlantis,
thats coming from the head of a gremlin,
man too many steps and i'm ever descending