Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich in trouble
Car broke on a drive through the ghetto
All the people, you gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, like we got another
like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next
Just to know, it's a body sittin' next to ya

Get ready for the thrills
of cut your little faggot 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 you that you greedy little rich fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your
Further the hall, the room with jokeros

where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies never
And they jump on back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the tracks
and twisting, rolling and bumping
The fuck next 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 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 clowns running the
Ain't no way to get out the killer
Gets neck cut like a man"

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a joker's
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the
Violent J's have to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send motherfucker off to the next room
Crash through the on the windy spinny trail
Through a loop-de-loop and into a big
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 because of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, funny
You act like on your ass, ain't funny?
And the of your life only gets faster
Off to the

I take my bobo gun and your fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's the chicken pen
And it's a little tribute to the of the south
We take a dead chicken, shove it in your
And we stuff it down your 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
I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, up my funhaugh