Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

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, step my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, like we got another
He'd to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the spectacular
Just to know, it's a body sittin' next to ya

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

That's where you get by seventeen clowns
For the dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you the deli tracks
and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
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 head is 360 degrees
Richie, richie,
here"

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, what 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 of the draw
Violent J's gonna to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send motherfucker off to the next room
through the doors on the windy spinny trail
Through a loop-de-loop and a big nail
Straight through his eye and out the back of his head, is he dead?

No, he has to go to the next phase
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 when I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
You act like whipping on your ass, funny?
And the ride of your only gets faster
Off to the

I take my bobo gun and blow your mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the pen
And it's a tribute to the bigots of the south
We take a dead chicken, shove it in your
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 your dead body stinkin' up my
Funhouse, stinkin' up my