Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

Rich boy's in
Car broke down on a drive the ghetto
All the weird people, you gotta get the out
Need to use the phone, into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks like we got
He'd like to go for a ride on the neck
Straight to the for the next spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead body sittin' to ya

Get for the carnival thrills
of cut your little faggot ass in the hills
Boom, through the 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 you greedy little rich fuck
If you're bucking with the you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your
down the hall, the room with jokeros

That's where you get by seventeen wicked
For the seventeen bodies never found
And they jump on your back until your ribs
Toss you in the cart and you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, and bumping
The dead fuck to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can 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, what I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the
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 off to the next room
Crash through the 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, 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 watch me laugh I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
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 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 your
And we stuff it your throat with a pitchfork
'Cuz you're a big gut, what you get for it
Now I take sorry ass and I throw you out
'Cuz I don't need dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my