Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain smokin beedies til his brain's completely
Get back on his feet, work out and eat Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't
Had em in the clutch, when he spat the mad hymn gems
Collection of brats, timbs and
Had no time for the pitty pat, give em that
The rhythm hit em back with a hook
Shook it off, caught a shiner, it was a aight look
on the shades, the end of days fades
Pretenders lay in on stages
DOOM
Eat it up, microphone, microwave
His own way was strange but it not
Tuned into a tone that shattered rock
Hold it down like Shatner do
Rapper jocks... 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 came home to roost
And watch em the game to the rules of foosball
She's too small. Any
Him could squeeze blood from a in a recession
guessin'
It gets than depression
The power of suggestion awake or sleep, peep the
Dig beat
Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it big fat feet
And you know what say: cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated, but today all grey
Metallic wood or ruby
Rude like the type of dude you could write a on
porn - did his own stunts
Read his own rhymes, and his own blunts
Once... in a while, other minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the
Steady on his business, and with a ill pitch
Keep bad bills niche like Denny Kuci 'nils' nich
No hitch, a shitload of spit and sneeze
Strictly G's stackin up, off the rack of hidden
like the gay club strip tease
With on the yip sayin "hey bub grip these"
They for attention
at the mention of a scary demon convention
You could cut the wit a switchblade
And serve it on a same of hors d'oeuvres a witch made
Filleted, pursuaded the chamber
To bet her paycheck on a get naked game of
up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution: faint taste of mayonnaise