Luyện nghe bài hát Freak Out

You Been About To Fuck A Bitch,
And Before You Take Her Pants Off You Can Smell Her Pussy In The
What About The Hotels
Everybody to the hotel, got in the room,
And in the toilet,
hair on the seat,
And somebody on the towel.
Well shit here for you.
(Jamie Madrox)
Carbonation and bubbles in open wounds,
and old men that
chew and spit chew,
Old bitches that like a fish hut,
sit up at the mall on they break ache butt,
Butt and scabs,
even too,
There's a lot of people that live in the world we do,
They jack off in rides, while watchin' the ladies walk by,
They go in the store and touch every inside,
I say nobody it,
And they act like its a shot,
Is there a pubic hair in my pop,
Is there a toe nail in the again,
from them sick bitches workin' up at Kentucky Chicken,
The mother fuckers hate me and I that they do,
Because they have to get to work my ass come through,
And if you,
Spit in my Imma kill you dude,
I it might seem harsh,
But I'm Feelin' a strange to,
(Chorus)(4x)
keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on, Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Runnin' bumper to bumper in rush traffic,
got no hood ornament, I got an asshole magnet,
And it attracts every ass and dead beat,
Who wanna pump they breaks like they want they trunk in they seat,
And who is tryin' to commit suicide,
You a grown ass man and you a fuckin' bike at night,
dark clothes like you got a death wish,
Get your punk ass on the sidewalk bitch,
And this fucker crossing the street is takin' forever,
Like he tryin to figure out which of the street he likes better,
pick fast if I press the gas,
And plus I'm so fast
that swerve and clip his ass,
And cop is in my rearview pullin' me over,
And if I roll the window down he gonna smell aroma,
out there reachin' for his gun,
I put my on the hood,
Anyway you it,
The is no good.
(Chorus)(4x)
They keep on me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Pshychiatrist and doctors in beds,
Bitches who hit blunts they give head,
Sick fucks are the that I hate the worst,
Lookin' at young bitches stroking their coin purse,
Nurse and a cup of coffee black and ice cold,
It was hot he bought it three hours ago though,
He got a dish size nut stain on his pants,
And he roaming a column in search of finding some ass,
And the mother fuckers sit at behind computer screens,
And discuss dirty sex wit a kid only thirteen,
You Bitch!
I hope I catch you right,
Imma slit your throat wit the edge of a survial knife,
Its fucks like this that 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 safe cause sick fucks are everywhere.
(Chorus)(4x)
keep on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
They on, Freaks Me Out.