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 About The Dawg?
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 in open 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,
crust and scabs,
even too,
There's a lot of weird people that live in the we do,
They jack off in they rides, while watchin' the walk by,
They go in the store and touch every inside,
I say nobody it,
And they act its a long shot,
Is there a hair floatin' in my pop,
Is there a toe in the coleslaw again,
from them sick bitches workin' up at Fried Chicken,
The fuckers hate me and I know that they do,
Because they have to get to work my ass come through,
And if you,
in my food Imma kill you dude,
I it might seem harsh,
But I'm Feelin' a strange to,
(Chorus)(4x)
They on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
They keep on me out,
They on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Runnin' bumper to bumper in hour 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 they trunk in they back seat,
And who is this tryin' to suicide,
You a grown ass man and you ridin' a fuckin' at night,
dark clothes like you got a death wish,
Get your punk ass on the sidewalk bitch,
And this mother fucker the street is takin' forever,
Like he to figure out which side of the street he likes better,
Better fast if I press the gas,
And plus I'm so fast
that Imma and clip his ass,
And cop is in my rearview pullin' me over,
And if I roll the window down he gonna smell aroma,
He's out there 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,
They on freakin' me out,
keep on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Pshychiatrist and in hotel beds,
Bitches who hit blunts after give head,
Sick fucks are the ones that I the worst,
at young bitches while stroking their coin purse,
Nurse and a cup of coffee thats 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 roaming a single column in of finding some ass,
And the fuckers 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 that make me worry tough,
And have every parent in the ready to handcuff,
kids,
And keep em' on a short and near,
But no place safe cause sick fucks are everywhere.
(Chorus)(4x)
keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
They keep on me out,
They on, Freaks Me Out.