Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

Rich boy's in
Car broke down on a drive through the
All the weird people, you get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step 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 for the carnival thrills
Should of cut your faggot ass in the hills
Boom, through the door into the room, you check it out
It's where we cut your fingers off and stick 'em in mouth
That should show you that you greedy little rich
If you're bucking with the juggla you're a duck
fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the with jokeros

That's where you get by seventeen wicked
For the seventeen bodies never found
And they jump on your until your ribs crack
Toss you in the and push 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 barely 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 is spinning 360 degrees
Richie, richie,
here"

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know I'm saying
Wicked clowns the funhouse
no way to get out until the killer
Gets your neck cut a man"

a card, any card, any motherfucking 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 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, 'cuz he has to go to the phase
It's the room of giggles because of your
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 only gets faster
Off to the

I take my bobo gun and blow fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's the chicken pen
And it's a little to the bigots of the south
We take a chicken, shove it in your mouth
And we stuff it down throat with 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 stinkin' up my
Funhouse, up my funhaugh