Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

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

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

That's where you get by seventeen wicked
For the seventeen dead bodies never
And they jump on your back until ribs crack
you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and
The dead 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 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 what I'm
Wicked clowns running the
Ain't no way to get out until the
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 motherfucker off to the next
through the doors on the windy spinny trail
Through a and into a big nail
through his left 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 people when suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me when I stick your mother
the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
You act like whipping on your ass, funny?
And the of your life only gets faster
Off to the

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