Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich boy's in
Car down on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people, you 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 on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead body sittin' to ya

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

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

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

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

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm
Wicked running the funhouse
no way to get out until 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 have to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that motherfucker off to the room
Crash through the doors on the windy spinny
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 to sit and laugh at people when they suffer
Well, now you sit and me laugh when I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, funny
You act like whipping on your ass, funny?
And the ride of life only gets faster
Off to the

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