Luyện nghe bài hát FUCKERY LEVEL 3000

1]
Dr. Manhattan, atom circa tabaca-ing goer
Circle ring blower
I'll you black. Get sewn up
My is black
I got diplomas in the
That are bursting over the sack I hold em in
its folder was folding over
I know what been told ya
But since I'm going in again, it's drop and bend over
and over, with no lube
Get that in embedded in yo stools
Yokels,
Slow to yo demise, know it in the vocals
I got no couth, no I'm dedicated, focused
of Bette Davis oculars, waiting for the apocalypse
Strapped with a cape in case I get popular, so I can it, bitch
The clock ticks. concerned with crotch sticks
I'm with moxie, Take your Oxycontin, and your rocks
I'm The Great Gatsby initials, the epistle
The greatest apostle, the baddest damie
The combination of Gladys and Pips in one place
And a Robert fan
I'll keep you in a
While to a day bed
With the door blocked a Maytag
And at four o'clock I'll let in
And stand in the door sipping a boy
Coors light and giggle in your then
Sociopath, with a flask
And I'll fill with it to throw at yo ass
And then fill it up back again with some of pieces
liver, your back, your face a bit of your penis
Double hands a W
Better do whatever you can to you
Jean Lang came to you
Pain, gonna do

2]
Fuckery level 3000, in and a green blouse
With a crimson stain a beat down
At a meeting in a tea lounge
Like "nah I'm cool, please sit
Proceed" out
The whole freaking out, text-ing each other under the table
I'm office space calm, I offer face
Comma balm for after on my dot com; I'm basically batshit
You bastard I never pace it
I crave action, I like I'll save y'all
But I stay Ratchet
I'll bash your face in the baseboards of a building
the passion of a pastor passing plates and getting back millions
Dash in a race and smashing the tape at the last second
Then to children on the sidelines who'd all step in and start blasting
Bach, Sebastian, or Rachmaninoff or Handel
I'm candle lighting and man handling I'm saying, I'm classy
Dokken and Sebastian blaring
I'm mass murdering turned to decibels
Certain to drown the tears, it's
On the Pulaski bridge, trunk full up the shotgun, shotgun
Tongue dripping with vodka, on my lap on a map of Alaska
In October, in a black dress and blasting Zappa
The top assassin
The consulate after
And the birds to diplomats out the whip
an Andy Richter mask on
Cause I on getting a sidekick
Cause ain't ready to die for this
I'll drive on dialysis, I'll drive over your
And keep in mind that I don't even drive; I challenges
fan, fan of Dan from Roseanne but not a fan of Prozac
And I don't care how you find
Wanna know what I'm like, then
I'll like fine men, smart men, where the fuck do you them
No, seriously, I'm actually you where can find them
I'm into crime and that you cry in
I don't imply it, I give you my end
You'll think I'm 'til shivering in a lion's den
In an abandoned zoo covered with flies and
Strapped to Kobe beef
Ya believe me, for Pete's sake
Man, what the fuck do I have do to you
I'm the Freeway
Sutherland
I love when people
It feels like I'm on reefer when they're
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 never thought to talk, but who knew
this out could be cool
We totally do this next week
good you
You testy