Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort's "Freaky (Biatch!)
creepy visions of whiskey drinking
And sneaking into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I this 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
Better wear at three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get because your DNA'll
Be all up her fingernails
Man, he hears you, I think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his pinky
Three personalities burstin' out of me, 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 parts
In front of Avery's trailer and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know what this like, officers
just give me one minute
I think I can
I ain't murdered
I know these are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew was wrong
Think I'm a monster 'cause of the drugs that I'm on
Donald Duck's on, a Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog, how the is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car?
get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
Must go and beyond, 'cause it's incumbent upon me
Plus I feel responsible for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second murder with no of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, out sections from it
Memory's too fucked to remember, temper
Cut my public defender's jugular then stuck him up in a
Another dismembered toddler discovered this probably
'Cause I disassembled the
Was covered up in the snow the month of November oddly
I'm for questioning
Them son of a bitches just wanna pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I know what this like, officers
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I ain't nobody
I know these words are so
But I'm just here to
How come your is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed

Still on the loose,
Spotted me inside McDonald's
In a Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby
Or was it Cool J? The is on a goose chase
escaped from the state pen
For [edited] eight who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
I break in your basement
Under your play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient while stayin'
Blatant sexual implications are to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and
Left on your in hopes, that when you get home
get the hint, ho: I'm in your window
But it never occurred to me I describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged first degree
'Cause it just happened to match up
With the massacre or the Burger burglary
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what looks like, officers
just give me one minute
I think I can
I ain't nobody
I know words are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a person, so what? He's
Got to do with me
I'm almost I was framed