Luyện nghe bài hát Freak Out

You Been About To Fuck A Bitch,
And You Take 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,
dick 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
chew stuff and chew,
Old bitches that like a fish hut,
sit up at the mall on they break ache butt,
Butt and scabs,
even too,
There's a lot of weird that live in the world we do,
They jack off in they rides, while watchin' the walk by,
They go in the store and touch product inside,
I say nobody it,
And act like its a long shot,
Is a pubic hair floatin' 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 that they do,
Because they have to get to work when my ass through,
And if you,
Spit in my food kill you dude,
I it might seem harsh,
But I'm Feelin' a strange to,
(Chorus)(4x)
They on freakin' me out,
keep on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Runnin' bumper to in rush hour traffic,
got no hood ornament, I got an asshole magnet,
And it attracts half ass and dead beat,
Who wanna pump they breaks they want they trunk in they back seat,
And who is this tryin' to suicide,
You a ass man and you ridin' a fuckin' bike at night,
With dark like you got a death wish,
Get punk ass on the sidewalk punk bitch,
And this mother fucker crossing the street is forever,
Like he tryin to figure out which of the street he likes better,
Better pick fast if I the gas,
And plus I'm so fast
that swerve and clip his ass,
And this cop is in my rearview me over,
And if I roll the window down he smell thee aroma,
out there reachin' for his gun,
I put my on the hood,
you paint it,
The is no good.
(Chorus)(4x)
They keep on me out,
They keep on me out,
They keep on me out,
keep on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Pshychiatrist and in hotel beds,
Bitches who hit blunts they give head,
Sick fucks are the 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 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 discuss sex wit a kid thats only thirteen,
You Bitch!
I hope I never you right,
Imma slit your wit the jagged edge of a survial knife,
Its fucks like that make me worry tough,
And have parent in the world 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 keep on me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
keep on, Freaks Me Out.