Luyện nghe bài hát FUCKERY LEVEL 3000

1]
Dr. Manhattan, tatted atom tabaca-ing goer
Circle tobacco ring
murk you black. Get sewn up
My work is
I got in the back
That are over the sack that I hold em in
Cause its folder was folding
I what they been told ya
But since I'm going in again, it's like drop and bend
and over, with no lube
Get that veteran in in yo stools
Yokels,
cruise to yo demise, know it in the vocals
I got no couth, no lies; I'm dedicated,
of Bette Davis oculars, waiting for the apocalypse
Strapped with a cape in I get popular, so I can drop it, bitch
The clock ticks. Y'all concerned with crotch
I'm with moxie, Take your Oxycontin, and your rocks
I'm The Great initials, the Casebasket epistle
The last apostle, the baddest damie
The of Gladys Knight and Pips in one place
And a Robert fan
keep you in a basement
While to a day bed
the door blocked with a Maytag
And at four o'clock let snakes in
And in the door sipping a tall boy
Coors light and in your face then
Sociopath, a golden flask
And I'll with it gasoline to throw at yo ass
And then fill it up back again with some of pieces
Your liver, your back, your face a bit of your
hands with a W
Better do you can to cover you
Lang came to clubber you
Pain, gonna do

2]
Fuckery 3000, in jeans and a green blouse
With a crimson stain from a beat
At a business in a tea lounge
Like "nah I'm cool, sit down
Proceed" out
The whole team out, text-ing each other under the table
I'm office calm, I offer face palms
Comma balm for after on my dot com; I'm basically batshit
You basic I never pace it
I crave action, I transform like I'll save
But I stay Ratchet
I'll your face in the baseboards of a burning building
With the passion of a pastor passing plates and getting millions
Dash in a race and abandon smashing the tape at the second
Then to children on the sidelines who'd all step in and start blasting
Bach, Sebastian, or Rachmaninoff or Handel
When I'm candle lighting and man handling I'm saying, I'm
Dokken and Sebastian Bach
I'm mass murdering turned to decibels
Certain to drown the tears, it's
On the Pulaski bridge, trunk full up with the shotgun,
Tongue dripping with vodka, on my lap on a map of Alaska
In October, in a black and blasting Frank Zappa
The top assassin
The consulate tracking
And flipping the birds to diplomats out the
With an Andy mask on
Cause I on getting a sidekick
Cause everybody ain't ready to die for
I'll drive on dialysis, I'll drive your dialysis
And keep in mind that I don't even drive; I challenges
Roseannadanna fan, fan of Dan Roseanne but not a fan of Prozac
And I care how you find them
Wanna what I'm like, fine then
I'll like fine men, smart men, the fuck do you find them
No, seriously, I'm actually you where can find them
I'm crime and environments that you cry in
I don't it, I vividly give you my end
You'll think I'm 'til shivering in a lion's den
In an abandoned zoo naked covered with and
Strapped to Kobe beef
Ya believe me, for Pete's sake
Man, what the do I have do to convince you
I'm the Freeway
Sutherland
I when people suffering
It feels I'm on reefer when they're blubbering
I'm
I'm damn problem, and
At best Tsidi's man
I guess could be the one thing I work on
I'm glad that getting this work done
Guess i would have never thought to talk, but who
Getting out could be cool
We totally do this next week
You're you
You testy