Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort's "Freaky (Biatch!)
Having creepy of whiskey drinking
And envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley
I know is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she's decals
But when murdering
Better pay attention to these or you could be derailed
wear at least three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched your DNA'll
Be all up under her
Man, he hears you, I don't think he
He gives a fuck, his pinky swears
personalities burstin' out of me, please beware
Her TV blares, can't the creaking stairs
She's in no underwear, she's completely bare
around and screams, I remember distinctly
I "I'm here to do sink repairs"
Chop her up, put her body
In front of Steven Avery's trailer and leave 'em

But hey man, I was
I what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one
I think I can
I ain't nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm here to entertain
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got to do with me
I'm almost certain I was

up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was wrong
Think I'm becomin' a monster 'cause of the that I'm on
Donald Duck's on, there's a Truck in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka in the trunk of my car?
get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
Must go above and beyond, 'cause incumbent upon me
Plus I feel somewhat for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second murder with no of it
newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections from it
Memory's too fucked to remember, destructive
Cut my public defender's then stuck him up in a blender
Another dismembered toddler this winter probably
'Cause I disassembled the
Was covered up in the snow since the month of oddly
I'm for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably just pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I know what this looks like,
Please just me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't murdered
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How come your shirt is so
There's a missing person, so He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed

Still on the loose,
me inside McDonald's Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue cap, lookin' like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Boucher
Or was it J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just escaped from the pen
For [edited] women who hate men
make it no weirder, I'm naked
When I break in basement
your baby's play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient stayin' complacent
Blatant sexual implications are continuin' to get
Insinuations are placed in riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, that you get home
get the hint, ho: I'm in your window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a scene
In a and be charged with first degree
'Cause it just to match up perfectly
With the or the Burger King burglary
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what this looks like,
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I ain't nobody
I know words are so nutty
But I'm here to entertain
How come your is so bloody?
There's a person, so what? He's
Got to do with me
I'm almost certain I was