Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

Rich in trouble
Car down on a drive through the ghetto
All the people, you gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, like we got another
like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the for the next spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead sittin' next to ya

Get for the carnival thrills
Should of cut little faggot ass in the hills
Boom, through the into the room, you gotta check it out
where we cut your fingers off and stick 'em in your mouth
That should show you that you little rich fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla a dead duck
fingers 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 bodies never
And they jump on your back until ribs crack
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 shit in my funhouse"

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

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

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

Pick a card, any card, any card, a joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the
Violent J's gonna to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that motherfucker off to the room
Crash through the doors on the windy spinny
Through a loop-de-loop and into a big
through his left eye and out the back of his head, is he dead?

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

I my bobo gun and blow your 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, it in your mouth
And we stuff it down your 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 body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my