Luyện nghe bài hát Freak Out

You Been About To Fuck A Bitch,
And Before You Her Pants Off You Can Smell Her Pussy In The Air?
About The Hotels 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,
Hospitals and old men
stuff and spit chew,
Old bitches that like a fish hut,
They sit up at the mall on they break butt,
crust and scabs,
even too,
There's a lot of weird people live in the world we do,
They jack off in they rides, watchin' the ladies walk by,
They go in the store and every product inside,
I say sees it,
And they act its a long shot,
Is a pubic hair floatin' in my pop,
Is there a toe 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 food Imma you dude,
I know it seem harsh,
But I'm Feelin' a strange to,
(Chorus)(4x)
They on freakin' me out,
keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on 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 half ass and dead beat,
Who wanna pump they like they want they trunk in they back seat,
And who is tryin' to commit suicide,
You a grown ass man and you a fuckin' bike at night,
With clothes like you got a death wish,
Get punk ass on the sidewalk punk 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 I'm goin' so fast
that Imma and clip his ass,
And this cop is in my rearview me over,
And if I roll the window down he 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,
keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on, Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Pshychiatrist and doctors in beds,
Bitches who hit blunts they give head,
fucks are the ones that I hate the worst,
Lookin' at bitches while stroking their coin purse,
Nurse and a cup of thats black and ice cold,
It was hot when he bought it three ago though,
He got a dish plate size nut on his pants,
And he roaming a column in search of finding some ass,
And the mother sit at home behind computer screens,
And dirty sex wit a kid thats only thirteen,
You Bitch!
I hope I catch you right,
Imma your throat wit the jagged edge of a survial knife,
Its fucks like this that make me tough,
And have every parent in the ready to handcuff,
kids,
And keep em' on a leash and near,
But ain't no place cause sick fucks are everywhere.
(Chorus)(4x)
They on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They on, Freaks Me Out.