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

Get for the carnival thrills
Should of cut little faggot ass in the hills
Boom, through the into the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut your 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
fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the with jokeros

That's where you get by wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead never found
And they jump on your back until your crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli
Spinning and twisting, and bumping
The fuck 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, know I'm saying
Wicked clowns the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out the killer
Gets your neck cut a man"

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a card
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the
Violent J's gonna to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that motherfucker off to the next
Crash through the doors on the spinny trail
Through a 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 giggles because of your
You to sit and laugh at people when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick your
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
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 room, it's called the chicken pen
And a little tribute to the bigots of the south
We a dead chicken, shove it in your mouth
And we stuff it your throat with a pitchfork
'Cuz you're a big gut, what you get for it
Now I take your ass and I throw you out
I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my