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 like to go for a ride on the cutter
Straight to the for the next spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead body sittin' to ya

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

That's where you get by seventeen clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies found
And they jump on your back until your crack
Toss you in the cart and you down the deli tracks
and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck 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 360 degrees
Richie, richie,
here"

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm
Wicked running 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 to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that motherfucker off to the next
Crash through the doors on the windy spinny
Through a and into a big nail
Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head, is he

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

I take my gun and blow your fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's 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 down your with a pitchfork
'Cuz you're a big gut, that's you get for it
Now I your sorry ass and I throw you out
I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my