Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

Rich boy's in
Car broke down on a drive the ghetto
All the weird people, you get the fuck out
to use the phone, step into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, like we got another
He'd like to go for a on the neck cutter
Straight to the 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 ass in the hills
Boom, through the door into the room, you gotta it out
It's where we cut your fingers off and stick 'em in mouth
That should show you that you greedy little rich
If you're bucking with the you're 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 seventeen clowns
For the dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until your ribs
Toss you in the and push you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, and bumping
The fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can barely it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in my 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, what I'm saying
clowns running the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out until the
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 gonna 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 of his head, is he dead?

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

I take my bobo gun and blow your mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, called the chicken pen
And a little tribute to the bigots of the south
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 don't your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, up my funhaugh