Luyện nghe bài hát FUCKERY LEVEL 3000

1]
Dr. Manhattan, atom circa tabaca-ing goer
Circle tobacco blower
I'll murk you black. Get up
My is black
I got in the back
That are bursting the sack that I hold em in
its folder was folding over
I know they been told ya
But since I'm going in again, like drop and bend over
Over and over, no lube
Get veteran in embedded in yo stools
Yokels,
Slow to yo demise, know it in the vocals
I got no couth, no I'm dedicated, focused
Opposite of Bette Davis oculars, waiting for the
Strapped a cape in case I get popular, so I can drop it, bitch
The clock ticks. concerned with crotch sticks
I'm concerned moxie, Take your Oxycontin, and your rocks
I'm The Great Gatsby initials, the epistle
The last greatest apostle, the damie
The combination of Gladys Knight and 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 I'll let snakes in
And stand in the door sipping a boy
Coors light and giggle in your face
Sociopath, a golden flask
And I'll fill it gasoline to throw at yo ass
And then it up back again with some of your pieces
Your liver, your back, face a bit of your penis
Double hands a W
Better do whatever you can to you
Lang came to clubber you
Pain, whatcha do

2]
Fuckery level 3000, in jeans and a blouse
With a crimson stain from a down
At a meeting in a tea lounge
Like "nah I'm cool, sit down
Proceed" out
The whole team freaking out, text-ing each other the table
I'm office space calm, I face palms
face balm for after on my dot com; I'm basically batshit
You basic bastard I never it
I action, I transform like I'll save y'all
But I stay Ratchet
bash your face in the baseboards of a burning building
With the passion of a pastor plates and getting back millions
Dash in a race and smashing the tape at the last second
Then beckon to children on the sidelines who'd all in and start blasting
Bach, Sebastian, or Rachmaninoff or playing
When I'm candle lighting and man I'm saying, I'm classy
and Sebastian Bach blaring
When I'm mass turned to decibels
to drown the tears, it's nasty
On the Pulaski bridge, trunk up with the shotgun, shotgun
Tongue dripping with vodka, dripping on my lap on a map of
In October, in a dress and blasting Frank Zappa
The top assassin
The consulate tracking
And the birds to diplomats out the whip
With an Richter mask on
Cause I on getting a sidekick
Cause everybody ready to die for this
I'll on dialysis, I'll drive over your dialysis
And keep in mind that I don't even drive; I like
Roseannadanna fan, fan of Dan from Roseanne but not a fan of
And I care how you find them
Wanna know what I'm like, fine
I'll like fine men, men, where the fuck do you find them
No, seriously, I'm actually you where can find them
I'm into and environments that you cry in
I don't imply it, I give you my end
You'll think I'm lying 'til in a lion's den
In an abandoned zoo naked covered with and
Strapped to Kobe beef
Ya don't me, for Pete's sake
Man, what the fuck do I do to convince you
I'm the villain
Kiefer
I love when suffering
It feels like I'm on reefer when blubbering
I'm
I'm FCC's problem, and
At best Tsidi's man
I could be the one thing I wanna work on
I'm glad that we're getting this done
Guess i have never thought to talk, but who knew
Getting this out could be
We should totally do this week
good you
You look