Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the
All the weird people, you gotta get the out
Need to use the phone, step my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, like we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the cutter
Straight to the for the next spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead body sittin' to ya

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

That's where you get by wicked clowns
For the dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and
The fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can barely 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 is spinning 360 degrees
Richie, richie,
here"

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the
no way to get out until the killer
Gets your neck cut 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 room
Crash through the doors on the spinny trail
a loop-de-loop and into a big nail
Straight through his left eye and out the of his head, is he dead?

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 people when suffer
Well, now you sit and me laugh when I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, funny
You act like whipping on ass, ain't funny?
And the ride of your life gets faster
Off to the

I take my bobo gun and blow your fuckin' in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the 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
you're a big gut, that's what you get for it
Now I your sorry ass and I throw you out
'Cuz I need your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my