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?
What About The Hotels
Everybody to the hotel, got in the room,
And in the toilet,
hair on the seat,
And blood on the towel.
this shit here for you.
(Jamie Madrox)
Carbonation and puss bubbles in wounds,
and old men that
chew and spit chew,
Old bitches that like a fish hut,
They sit up at the mall on break ache butt,
Butt and scabs,
even too,
There's a lot of weird people live in the world we do,
They jack off in they rides, while watchin' the ladies by,
They go in the store and every product inside,
I say nobody it,
And they act like its a shot,
Is there a pubic hair in my pop,
Is a toe nail in the coleslaw again,
from sick bitches workin' up at Kentucky Fried Chicken,
The mother fuckers hate me and I know they do,
Because they to get to work 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 mood to,
(Chorus)(4x)
keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
They keep on me out,
They keep on, Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Runnin' bumper to bumper in rush traffic,
Ain't got no hood ornament, I got an magnet,
And it attracts every half ass and beat,
Who wanna pump they breaks like they want they trunk in they seat,
And who is tryin' to commit 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 sidewalk bitch,
And this mother fucker crossing the is takin' forever,
he tryin to figure out which side of the street he likes better,
Better pick fast if I the gas,
And plus I'm goin' so
Imma swerve and clip 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 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 on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
They on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
and doctors in hotel beds,
Bitches who hit blunts after give head,
fucks are the ones that I hate the worst,
Lookin' at young bitches while their coin purse,
and a cup of coffee thats black and ice cold,
It was hot when he it three hours 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 I never catch you right,
Imma slit your throat wit the edge of a survial knife,
Its like this that make me worry tough,
And every parent 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 on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
keep on freakin' me out,
They on, Freaks Me Out.