Luyện nghe bài hát Freak Out

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