Luyện nghe bài hát I Want My Sh*T

It was March, April
Libra, fuckin'

Taurus, born in
I'm like 300 and somethin' but I'm still
I to hang with the original Billy the Kid
You think I'm only playin' but, I did

My daddy's were a 2 headed show
Mamma a fortune teller, Ezmerella
Anyway had sex on a Ouija board
And I was the next day, Violent J

When I was 14, I on the train track
And I was crushed there on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they though it'd me up
I got up and my butt, and I'm like, "What?"

Everybody tripped and called me the 'Clown Devil
of the witch heifer', whatever
Tied me up, burned me and stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts, Smokey

After they started bowin' and shit
Prayin' to me, you know how primitives get
I said "Get off my dick I a savior"
I'm ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava

Four simple things in bitch before I die
I wanna rusty axe, I wanna voodoo
A fat bitch Bridget and a little sip of Faygo too
'Til I get my shit, in this mothafucka I never die

So anyway, fifty years passed, all my homies are old ass
I even got hair on my nuts
I the village in the search of my ends
I wrestled alligators, battled

Nothin' ever killed me, could harm me
I fought in the War, Yankee's army
I walked across enemy with a Mac ten
Man they didn't even have shit back then

How you just gonna come in my and fuck it up?
at least make this shit sound real man damn
I walked across enemy with a, lantern
Steady takin' cannon balls to the

The war ended, I the country horse back
Until fool tried to horsejack
He put his gat to my and blew my face up
It even smear the makeup

I took his gun and put a in his neck
The sheriff like it, I got indicted
Eighty-seven long in the state pen
Until they finally why they put me in

They had to let me go, hold me on nothin'
On they way out like
"Yo you like a hundred and somethin'?"
I said, "That's

And I gonna die till I get my shit, mothafucka"
I want a rusty axe, I know voodoo
A fat bitch named just a little sip or two
'Til I get my shit in this mothafucka I will die

Yeah, I slept under bridges, lived in the
I climbed up mountains, the alleys
More years passed and I ain't died
Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest

Well, my has an Impala blue '67
night we hit the road pushin' one eleven
I stuck my head out the window told 'em it the most
And let my nugget off a light post

Hell yeah cuz, a little bit
But then ya get a straight
The hates me 'cause of shit like this
always try and kill me but, miss

I know it's odd 'cause my is forever painted
When I was born the bitch ass doctor
My tongues a little long I people with it
Looks kinda nasty, but dig it

And I told ya my can stretch for miles
I look like somethin' from the X-Files
People wanna see me die more then a bit
But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I my shit

And I ain't gonna die I get it
I want a rusty axe, I wanna know
A fat bitch named Bridget, I "Faygo" fuck Mountain Dew
'Til I get my in this mothafucka I will never die, die, die