Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort's "Freaky (Biatch!)
creepy visions of whiskey drinking
And envisioning sneaking into where Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky 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 because DNA'll
Be all up under her
Man, he hears you, I don't think he
He gives a fuck, even his swears
personalities burstin' out of me, please beware
Her TV blares, hear the creaking stairs
She's in no underwear, she's completely bare
around and screams, I remember distinctly
I said "I'm here to do repairs"
her up, put her body parts
In front of Steven trailer and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know this looks like, officers
just give me one minute
I think I can
I murdered nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm here to entertain
How come your is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got to do with me
I'm certain I was framed

Woke up, it was dawn, knew somethin' was wrong
I'm becomin' 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 above and beyond, 'cause incumbent upon me
Plus I feel responsible for the dumb little blonde
Girl, motherfuckin' baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
murder with no recollection of it
Collectin' articles, cuttin' 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 this winter probably
I disassembled the body
Was up in the snow since the month of November oddly
I'm wanted for
Them son of a bitches probably wanna pin this on me

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

on the loose, they
Spotted me inside McDonald's
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a chase
Just escaped the state pen
For [edited] women who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
When I break in basement
Under your baby's play pen, I lay in, adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient stayin' complacent
sexual implications are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are in little riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, that you get home
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in window
But it never occurred to me I could a murder scene
In a and be charged with first degree
'Cause it happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the King burglary
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know this looks like, officers
Please just me one minute
I think I can
I ain't murdered
I know these words are so
But I'm here to entertain
How come shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got to do with me
I'm certain I was framed