Luyện nghe bài hát P.E. Squad/Doodoo Chasers

The world is a toll toilet
Our mouths neurological
And speaking
We're in a state of diarrhea
Talking shit a a minute

Or in a state of notions
Can't of nothin' but shit
And in world of stinky futures
Shitty memories and constipated 19 now
Emerges the hiney of your head

The doo doo
The
The prune juice of the
The doo doo

Friends of rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit
By the band in the tidy bowl of your
(What was long word again Promental?)

A musical bowel
Designed to rid you of diarrhea
bullshit
Crazy
Mental

They call us the
One swipe a wipe
(Go it, fellas)

And causes all of this shit?
What is the source of for thought?

Images doggie

Me burger with I on it
Me burger with I on it
A myself sandwich, a personal burger
And a glass of cola
Out to lunch with meat

The fear of eaten by the sandwich
The
The doo doo
Friends of roto
Music to clean shit by

Low logic
brain
Skinny

Count the calories of thoughts
Funk, Confucius
Like laxatives
Sweet and sour bowel

And in this of stinky memories
Shitty futures, 19 now constipated
Like the prune juice of the
The band in the tidy bowl of brain
Bringing you music to clean your by

Funk, the
The mental musical bowel

One swipe a wipe
And with no extra

A psychological
A neurological
Holy
(Let me try one crap)

doo doo
Helping you get your shit

at a Funkadelic rehearsal
We you the doo doo chasers
(Which one is Clinton?)
Out to with lunch meat, once again

The fear of being eaten by a

Where is a nice time of day
At least a week

Fried Ice Cream is a
(Which one is Clinton?)

Ice cream is a reality
Guess who's coming to
I'm not pay for this lunch, man

Ice Cream is a reality
Fried Ice Cream is a
Fried Ice is a reality