Luyện nghe bài hát FUCKERY LEVEL 3000

1]
Dr. Manhattan, tatted atom circa tabaca-ing
Circle tobacco blower
I'll murk you black. Get up
My is black
I got in the back
are bursting over the sack that I hold em in
Cause its folder was folding
I what they been told ya
But I'm going in again, it's like drop and bend over
Over and over, with no
Get that in embedded in yo stools
Yokels,
Slow cruise to yo demise, know it in the
I got no couth, no I'm dedicated, focused
of Bette Davis oculars, waiting for the apocalypse
Strapped a cape in case I get popular, so I can drop it, bitch
The clock ticks. Y'all concerned with sticks
I'm concerned with moxie, your Oxycontin, and your rocks
I'm The Great Gatsby initials, the Casebasket
The last greatest apostle, the damie
The combination of Knight and Pips in one place
And a Blake fan
I'll keep you in a
chained to a day bed
With the blocked with a Maytag
And at four o'clock I'll let in
And in the door sipping a tall boy
light and giggle in your face then
Sociopath, with a flask
And I'll fill with it gasoline to at yo ass
And then fill it up back again with of your pieces
Your liver, your back, your face a bit of your
Double hands a W
Better do whatever you can to you
Lang came to clubber you
Pain, gonna do

2]
Fuckery level 3000, in jeans and a green
With a crimson stain a beat down
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 space calm, I face palms
Comma face balm for after on my dot com; I'm batshit
You bastard I never pace it
I crave action, I transform I'll save y'all
But then I stay
I'll bash your face in the baseboards of a building
With the of a pastor passing plates and getting back millions
Dash in a race and abandon smashing the at the last second
Then beckon to 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
and Sebastian Bach blaring
When I'm mass murdering turned to
Certain to the tears, it's nasty
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 dress and blasting Frank
The top assassin
The tracking after
And flipping the birds to diplomats out the
With an Andy mask on
I passed on getting a sidekick
Cause everybody ready to die for this
I'll drive on dialysis, I'll drive over dialysis
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 them
Wanna know what I'm like, then
like fine men, smart men, where the fuck do you find them
No, seriously, I'm actually asking you can find them
I'm into crime and that you cry in
I don't imply it, I vividly you my end
You'll think I'm lying 'til shivering in a den
In an abandoned zoo covered with flies and
Strapped to Kobe steaks
Ya don't believe me, for Pete's
Man, what the fuck do I have do to you
I'm the villain
Kiefer
I love people suffering
It feels like I'm on reefer they're blubbering
I'm
I'm FCC's problem, and
At Tsidi's man problems
I guess could be the one thing I wanna on
I'm glad we're getting this work done
i would have never thought to talk, but who knew
Getting out could be cool
We should totally do next week
You're you
You look