Luyện nghe bài hát Freak Out

You Ever Been About To A Bitch,
And You Take Her Pants Off You Can Smell Her Pussy In The Air?
What About The Dawg?
Everybody to the hotel, got in the room,
And in the toilet,
hair on the seat,
And somebody on the towel.
Well this here for you.
(Jamie Madrox)
Carbonation and puss in open wounds,
and old men that
chew stuff and chew,
Old that smell like a fish hut,
They sit up at the mall on they ache butt,
crust and scabs,
even too,
a lot of weird people that live in the world we do,
They jack off in they rides, while watchin' the walk by,
They go in the store and touch product inside,
I say nobody it,
And act like its a long shot,
Is a pubic hair floatin' in my pop,
Is there a toe in the coleslaw again,
them sick bitches workin' up at Kentucky Fried Chicken,
The mother hate me and I know that they do,
Because they have to get to when my ass come through,
And if you,
Spit in my food kill you dude,
I know it might harsh,
But I'm Feelin' a strange to,
(Chorus)(4x)
They keep on me out,
They 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 they breaks like they want 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 clothes like you got a wish,
Get punk ass on the sidewalk punk bitch,
And this mother fucker crossing the is takin' forever,
Like he to figure out which side of the street he likes better,
Better fast if I press the gas,
And I'm goin' so fast
that Imma swerve and his ass,
And this cop is in my rearview me over,
And if I roll the window he gonna smell thee aroma,
He's out reachin' for his gun,
I put my on the hood,
you paint it,
The is no good.
(Chorus)(4x)
keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They keep on, Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
and doctors in hotel beds,
Bitches who hit blunts after they head,
Sick fucks are the that I hate the worst,
Lookin' at young bitches while stroking their purse,
Nurse and a cup of coffee thats and ice cold,
It was hot when he bought it hours ago though,
He got a dish plate nut stain on his pants,
And he roaming a column in search of finding some ass,
And the mother fuckers sit at home behind screens,
And discuss sex wit a kid thats only thirteen,
You Bitch!
I hope I never you right,
Imma slit your throat wit the edge of a survial knife,
Its like this that make me worry tough,
And have every in the world ready to handcuff,
kids,
And em' on a short leash and near,
But ain't no place safe sick fucks are everywhere.
(Chorus)(4x)
keep on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They keep on, Me Out.