Luyện nghe bài hát Freak Out

You Ever About To Fuck A Bitch,
And Before You Take Her Pants Off You Can Smell Her In The Air?
What About The Hotels
been to the hotel, got in the room,
And in the toilet,
hair on the seat,
And blood on the towel.
Well this here for you.
(Jamie Madrox)
Carbonation and puss in open wounds,
Hospitals and old men
chew and spit chew,
Old that smell like a fish hut,
They sit up at the mall on they break butt,
crust and scabs,
even too,
There's a lot of people that live in the world we do,
They jack off in they rides, watchin' the ladies walk by,
go in the store and touch every product inside,
I say sees it,
And they act its a long shot,
Is a pubic hair floatin' in my pop,
Is a toe nail in the coleslaw again,
from them sick bitches workin' up at Kentucky Chicken,
The mother fuckers hate me and I know that do,
Because they to get to work when my ass come through,
And if you,
Spit in my food Imma you dude,
I it might seem harsh,
But I'm a strange mood to,
(Chorus)(4x)
They on freakin' me out,
keep on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Runnin' bumper to bumper in rush traffic,
got no hood ornament, I got an asshole magnet,
And it every half ass and dead beat,
Who wanna pump they breaks like they they trunk in they back seat,
And who is this tryin' to suicide,
You a grown ass man and you ridin' a bike at night,
With dark like you got a death wish,
Get your ass on the sidewalk punk bitch,
And this mother fucker crossing the street is forever,
Like he tryin to figure out which of the street he likes better,
pick fast if I press the gas,
And I'm goin' so fast
that Imma swerve and his ass,
And cop is in my rearview pullin' me over,
And if I roll the window down he gonna thee aroma,
He's out there for his gun,
I put my on the hood,
you paint it,
The is no good.
(Chorus)(4x)
They on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
keep on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Pshychiatrist and in hotel beds,
Bitches who hit after they give head,
Sick are the ones that I hate the worst,
Lookin' at young bitches while stroking coin purse,
Nurse and a cup of coffee thats and ice cold,
It was hot he bought it three hours ago though,
He got a plate size nut stain on his pants,
And he roaming a column in search of finding some ass,
And the fuckers sit at home behind computer screens,
And discuss sex wit a kid thats only thirteen,
You Bitch!
I I never catch you right,
slit your throat wit the jagged edge of a survial knife,
Its fucks like that make me worry tough,
And have every in the world ready to handcuff,
kids,
And keep em' on a leash and near,
But ain't no place safe sick fucks are everywhere.
(Chorus)(4x)
They keep on me out,
keep on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They on, Freaks Me Out.