Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

Rich in trouble
Car broke down on a drive the ghetto
All the weird people, you get the fuck out
to use the phone, step into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the cutter
Straight to the cart for the next
Just to know, it's a body sittin' next to ya

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

That's where you get by wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead never found
And they jump on your back until ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and
The fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can make it out
"Bitch, you shit in my electric funhouse"

"Help me, I'm in here, somebody let me out
Oh my God, ahh"

"Come here, boy
My head is spinning 360
Richie, richie,
here"

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm
Wicked clowns the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out the killer
Gets neck cut like a man"

Pick a card, any card, any card, a joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that motherfucker off to the next
through the doors on the windy spinny trail
Through a loop-de-loop and 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
the room of giggles because of your ways
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 whipping on ass, ain't funny?
And the ride of your life gets faster
Off to the

I take my bobo gun and blow fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, called the chicken 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 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
I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, up my funhaugh