Luyện nghe bài hát Freak Out

You Ever Been About To A Bitch,
And Before You Take Her Pants Off You Can Smell Her Pussy In The
About The Hotels Dawg?
Everybody to the hotel, got in the room,
And in the toilet,
dick on the seat,
And somebody on the towel.
this shit here for you.
(Jamie Madrox)
Carbonation and bubbles in open wounds,
Hospitals and old men
chew and spit chew,
Old bitches that smell like a hut,
They sit up at the on they break 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 the ladies walk by,
They go in the store and touch product inside,
I say sees it,
And act like its a long shot,
Is a pubic hair floatin' in my pop,
Is there a toe in the coleslaw again,
from them sick workin' up at Kentucky Fried Chicken,
The mother fuckers 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 seem harsh,
But I'm a strange mood to,
(Chorus)(4x)
They on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
keep on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Runnin' bumper to bumper in hour traffic,
Ain't got no ornament, I got an asshole magnet,
And it attracts half ass and dead beat,
Who wanna pump they breaks like they they trunk in they back seat,
And who is this to commit suicide,
You a grown ass man and you ridin' a fuckin' at night,
With dark clothes like you got a wish,
Get your ass on the sidewalk punk bitch,
And mother fucker crossing the street is takin' forever,
Like he tryin to figure out which side of the he likes better,
pick fast if I press the gas,
And plus I'm so fast
that Imma swerve and his ass,
And this cop is in my pullin' 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,
Anyway you it,
The is no good.
(Chorus)(4x)
They keep on me out,
They keep on 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 are the ones that I hate the worst,
at young bitches while stroking their coin purse,
Nurse and a cup of thats black 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 a single column in search of finding some ass,
And the mother fuckers sit at home behind screens,
And discuss dirty sex wit a kid thats thirteen,
You Bitch!
I hope I catch you right,
Imma slit your throat wit the jagged edge of a knife,
Its fucks like that make me worry tough,
And every parent 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)
They on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on, Me Out.