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

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

That's where you get by seventeen clowns
For the seventeen dead never found
And they on your back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and
The dead next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can barely 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, you, yeah, know what I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the
no way to get out until the killer
Gets your cut like a man"

Pick a card, any card, any card, a joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the
Violent J's gonna to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that off to the next room
Crash through the doors on the spinny trail
Through a and into a big nail
through his left eye and out the back of his head, is he dead?

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

I take my gun and blow your fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the room, it's called the chicken pen
And a little tribute to the bigots of the south
We take a dead chicken, shove it in mouth
And we stuff it your throat with a pitchfork
you're a big gut, that's what you get for it
Now I take your ass and I throw you out
'Cuz I need your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my