Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

Rich in trouble
Car down on a drive through the ghetto
All the people, you gotta 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 ride on the neck
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 little faggot ass in the
Boom, through the into the room, you gotta check it out
where we cut your fingers off and stick 'em in your mouth
That should show you 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 the hall, the room with jokeros

where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the dead bodies never found
And they on your back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the tracks
Spinning and twisting, and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya is to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can barely 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 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
your 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 have to ice jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that motherfucker off to the room
Crash through the doors on the windy spinny
Through a loop-de-loop and 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 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 watch me when I stick your mother
the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
You act like on your ass, ain't funny?
And the ride of your only gets faster
Off to the

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