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 with a hammer smash it out,
but the trouble is that my are so fucked and ugly,
i sprint away faster then the speed of sound,
outer city hide the secrets of the silent crowds,
so i'm striding further the silence is the only sound,
our village idiots are basketball with volleyballs,
and shooting hoops at shabby crates on muddy grounds,
a microcosm of the fact life is hyper-rotten,
typing in an 'bout some 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 fucking 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 crazy thoughts along the lines of pulling guns like columbine and shooting all 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 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 cannot handle all these addicts,
soon the sky will vanish into all man kind is paralyzed,
a sanitized and wrapped existence where the hubble tracks,
the microsystems of the living every day,
and keeping on scallywags like edward scissortoungue,
in search for secret code words in the that he generates,
'cause generation is glued to the for days,
a marathon of debauchery i can not translate,
my giant lakes in flames,
my microphone describes the ways that Mr scissortongue sits on it and procrastinates.

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

Baxter]
there 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 dirt and arrive on the 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 burn for days in paper church,
my brain would burst if it just had the to,
i'd escape the world if i just had the to,
i'm stuck undo, undo, undo,
but control z never worked 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 prized from the jaws,
of my confinement if died to conform,
then rise from moore cause the kids cower hellbound,
piling your to a twin tower meltdown,
this is how sweat sounds from a prang fist,
swimmin in a sandpit his atlantis,
thats rich from the head of a gremlin,
man theres too many and i'm ever descending