Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

Rich in trouble
Car down 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 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 dead body sittin' to ya

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

where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the dead bodies never found
And they jump on back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli
Spinning and twisting, rolling and
The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya
close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't 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 running the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out until the
Gets neck 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 motherfucker off to the next room
Crash the doors on the windy spinny trail
a loop-de-loop and into a big nail
Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head, is he

No, 'cuz he has to go to the next
the room of giggles because of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at people when they
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
You act whipping on your ass, ain't funny?
And the ride of 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 tribute to the bigots of the south
We take a dead chicken, shove it in mouth
And we stuff it down your throat with a
'Cuz you're a big gut, what you get for it
Now I take your sorry ass and I you out
'Cuz I don't need dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, up my funhaugh