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 like we got
He'd to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next
to know, it's a dead body sittin' next to ya

Get for the carnival thrills
Should of cut little faggot ass in the hills
Boom, the door into the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut fingers off and stick 'em in your mouth
That should show you that you greedy little rich
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

where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies never
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 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 trapped in here, let me out
Oh my God, ahh"

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

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

a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the of the draw
J's gonna have 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 into a big
Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head, is he

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

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