Luyện nghe bài hát Freak Out

You Ever About To Fuck A Bitch,
And Before You Take Her Pants Off You Can Smell Her Pussy In The
What About The Dawg?
Everybody to the hotel, got in the room,
And in the toilet,
dick on the seat,
And blood on the towel.
Well this shit for you.
(Jamie Madrox)
and puss bubbles in open wounds,
Hospitals and old men
chew stuff and chew,
Old bitches that smell a fish hut,
They sit up at the on they break ache butt,
Butt and scabs,
even too,
There's a lot of people that live in the world we do,
jack off in they rides, while watchin' the ladies walk by,
They go in the and touch every product inside,
I say sees it,
And they act like its a shot,
Is there a pubic floatin' in my pop,
Is there a toe in the coleslaw again,
from them sick bitches workin' up at Fried Chicken,
The mother fuckers hate me and I that they do,
they have 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 a strange mood to,
(Chorus)(4x)
keep on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
keep on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Runnin' to bumper in rush hour 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 back seat,
And who is tryin' to commit suicide,
You a grown ass man and you ridin' a bike at night,
With clothes like you got a death wish,
Get punk ass on the sidewalk punk bitch,
And this mother fucker crossing the is takin' forever,
Like he tryin to figure out side of the street he likes better,
Better pick if I press the gas,
And plus I'm so fast
that swerve and clip his ass,
And this cop is in my 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,
Anyway you it,
The is no good.
(Chorus)(4x)
They on freakin' 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 after they give head,
Sick fucks are the that I hate the worst,
Lookin' at bitches while stroking 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 dish plate size nut on his pants,
And he roaming a column in search of finding some ass,
And the fuckers sit at home behind computer screens,
And discuss dirty sex wit a kid thats thirteen,
You Bitch!
I I never catch you right,
slit your throat wit the jagged edge of a survial knife,
Its fucks like this that make me tough,
And have 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)
keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They on, Freaks Me Out.