Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

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

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

That's where you get by wicked 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 next to ya is trying to ya somethin'
close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you shit 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 running the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out the killer
Gets neck cut like a man"

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

No, 'cuz he has to go to the phase
It's the room of giggles of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at people when they
Well, now you sit and watch me when I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
You act like whipping on ass, ain't funny?
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 called the pen
And it's a little to the bigots of the south
We take a dead chicken, it in your mouth
And we stuff it down your throat a pitchfork
'Cuz you're a big gut, that's you get for it
Now I your sorry ass and I throw you out
'Cuz I don't need your body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my