Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain beedies til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet, out and eat some Wheaties
for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom
Had em in the cobra clutch, when he the mad hymn gems
Collection of brats, timbs and
Had no time for the pitty pat, I'll em that
The rhythm hit em with a right hook
Shook it off, caught a shiner, thought it was a look
on the shades, the end of days fades
Pretenders lay in dazes on
malaise
Eat it up, microphone, mayonnaise
His own way was strange but it not
into a frequency tone that shattered rock
Hold it down like Shatner do
jocks... need to put a sock in they chatter box
The block got lied to stock
Folks gather round it's no joke like knock
It's them, they home to roost y'all
And watch em transform the game to the of foosball
too small. Any questions?
Him could squeeze from a penny in a recession
guessin'
It deeper than depression
The power of suggestion awake or sleep, peep the
Dig that
Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it big fat feet
And you what they say: cut the hay
is futile, you will be assimilated, but today it's all grey
Metallic wood or stone
Rude like the type of dude you could a movie on
porn - did his own stunts
Read his own rhymes, and his own blunts
Once... in a while, every minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the
Steady on his business, and with a ill pitch
Keep some bad niche like Denny Kuci 'nils' nich
No hitch, just a of spit and sneeze
Strictly G's stackin up, off the rack of fees
Rappers like the gay club tease
With hippies on the yip "hey bub grip these"
screamin for attention
Deemin' at the of a scary demon convention
You could cut the wit a switchblade
And serve it on a plate of hors d'oeuvres a witch made
Filleted, pursuaded the maid
To bet her paycheck on a get naked game of
Straight up, no chaser, no
Caution: taste of microwave mayonnaise