Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

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

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

where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen bodies never found
And they jump on your back until your ribs
Toss you in the cart and push you 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 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
Wicked clowns the funhouse
no way to get out until the killer
Gets neck 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 next
Crash through the doors on the windy spinny
Through a and into a big nail
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 room of giggles of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I your mother
the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
You act like whipping on your ass, ain't
And the ride of life only gets faster
Off to the

I my bobo gun and blow your fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's the chicken pen
And it's a little tribute to the of the south
We take a chicken, shove it in your mouth
And we stuff it down throat with a pitchfork
'Cuz a big gut, that's what you get for it
Now I take your ass and I throw you out
'Cuz I don't your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, up my funhaugh