Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich boy's in
Car broke down on a drive the ghetto
All the people, you gotta get the fuck out
to use the phone, step into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the neck
Straight to the cart for the spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead body sittin' to ya

Get for the carnival thrills
Should of cut your little faggot ass in the
Boom, through the door the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut your off and stick 'em in your mouth
That should you that you greedy little rich fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla you're a duck
fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the with jokeros

That's where you get by seventeen wicked
For the seventeen dead bodies never
And jump on your back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli
Spinning and twisting, rolling and
The dead fuck next to ya is to tell ya somethin'
close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't in my electric funhouse"

"Help me, I'm in here, somebody let me out
Oh my God, ahh"

"Come here, boy
My is spinning 360 degrees
Richie, richie,
here"

"Bitch, you, yeah, know what I'm saying
Wicked running the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out the killer
Gets neck cut like a man"

Pick a card, any card, any card, a joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the
Violent J's gonna to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that off to the next room
Crash through the on the windy spinny trail
Through a loop-de-loop and a big nail
Straight through his eye and out the back of his head, is he dead?

No, 'cuz he has to go to the phase
It's the room of giggles because of your
You like to sit and laugh at when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick your
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
You act like on your ass, ain't funny?
And the ride of your life only gets
Off to the

I take my bobo gun and blow fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, called the chicken pen
And a little tribute to the bigots of the south
We take a dead chicken, it in your mouth
And we stuff it your throat with a pitchfork
'Cuz a big gut, that's what you get for it
Now I take your ass and I throw you out
'Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my
Funhouse, stinkin' up my