Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

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

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

That's where you get by seventeen clowns
For the seventeen bodies never found
And they jump on back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and
The dead fuck to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you shit in my electric funhouse"

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

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

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know I'm saying
clowns running the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out the killer
Gets your 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 have to ice jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that off to the next room
Crash the doors on the windy spinny trail
Through a loop-de-loop and a big nail
Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head, is he

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

I take my gun and blow your fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the room, it's 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 down throat with a pitchfork
you're 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 dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, up my funhaugh