Luyện nghe bài hát Psypher 3

J
Well DJ Clay with a dope track to roll with, underground like Anna Nicole Smith Big J, Duke of the darkness turn the best rapper alive into a carcass
I might keep my hand just like a pipe bomb sweeter than coconut pie, mom? J-U double G-A to the LO, letchya nuts hang straight to the flo, yes, I like fat on my chicks ass, poundage, that make my dick splash, 17 or 71, I got dick for everyone,
fear, suck right here, dick in your nose hole nuts in your ear, rape yo face like a warlock wylin', wear your panties to yo funeral smilin, sick seriously, furious, homeless, and alone luxurious, lampin, back alley way campin, raggin, gang taggin stampin,
Im, tha joka neden hole poka blunt toka, punk smoka, throat choka, life croaka, grape faygo soda bath soaka squeeze my noze and your head explodes with bionic elbows like Dusty Rhodes, I fuck old fat hos in they crusty folds, n peel homeless hos out they musty clothes Ima daaamn fool, no rules too cool for school lick my family jewels, Im hungry bitch, starving I need this, 9 whoppers and a shake feed this, clones, with been there n done that rhymes, yall already said that how many times? Its ground hog day, for ground hog years two sticks of dynamite fuckin my ears, Dayton family, Boondox, A-B-K, somebody take me away, Clay, Twiztid Hutch B-L-A-Z-E, the hatchet is the place to be.

Jamme
Never faded appreciate every-time I look in the crowd n they recitin all of our rhymes that we kick, call it holiday more free shit from Twiztid, passin the microphone with free spit, the style is linguistic, verbal and sadistic, where bitch motha fuckas need purses n lip stick, we sick to tha finish and bring ya everything u need we the best these bitches aint even in our fuckin league. Im n MVP when it comes to flows, hope you brought your umbrella Im finna rain on u hoes, Im bent like an elbow, Im folded like a crease, Im drunk of the grey goose, and pineapple peace, to the ones that rock and down with what we do to the rest of I'm like a bus driver takin em back ta school pack a lunch all you punks Im out my trunk like speakers n they ears are hot to death and my words are heat seekers

187
This is a psycopathic public service announcement I eat up, suckas down to tha last ounces, when It comes to lyrical murderin thats me, believe you in the presence of a true ryda rest in peace, ya, I think fo one there's too many gangstas in the streets theres too much hate frustration and bitches in heat, beef I get it every motha fuckin day of the week and if I have to pull the heat I hope God rest ya soul, psycopathic assassins smashin on all you non believers group pleasers n dick teasers I ever pause for a second I stay heavy Im from the west where they dip Chevys and stay ready biaatch

Ya Dead Homie
You know Im low down and dirty and married to the game I was raised on the streets of drive bys and car jackins, you packin? Better be covered in Kevlar, you dont have a clue about the awesome note I sit on, Mossburg spittin, twelve gauge sittin in my left hand blink n u sinkin like quick sand, Blaze is the name aint a damn thing change but the the time on the watch 2012 they say it stops and Im only getting started no room for half hearted on my team, cavities I clear em out like Listerine, ur lips blistering, how they react to the slap, swollen up like collagen too with Carmex Im a no school fool with a new school style, tried n true and guaranteed to make ya go wild, rip rhymes end-times unload tha nine the world dies like Gloria Gaynor but I survive

Anybody
Im just a killa from east baby check my stats, the only native representin with warrior raps, got a heart that bleeds courage and I cant be stopped, bitch Im the cream of the crop, somebody gimmi my props, this is murder mitten music so Im killin them fools breakin all of they rules its time to send em to school Im just a painted up, freak n Im not alone the scent of the underground be my hatchet cologne , when you see us, betchya wanna be us, if u aint representin psychopathic than u might as well just be dust, ashes to ashes and laid to rest to all them artists out there who aint showin respect, motha fucka if you really try n stop our shine guarantee you at the end youll be fallin behind, here goes a hot 16 straight tellin the truth now rewrite yo rap book and lock yo self in the booth bitch.

Im a bad dreams night mare, an Im everywhere like the internet homie and u just aggravatin like spyware, I put I knife through eyeware n thatll leave ya blind but still alive so u always know that im out there, u aint a monsta or a beast u just anotha neck that I choke up like a leash, and Ima keep growing like diseases in the street and run rampid with a passion thatll bring you fuckin leaches to ya knees, bitch please I dont apologize to talk shit n ya delt with, Ill bring the fuckin sun outta the sky just to light weed and melt shit from a whole different dimension an no intervention can help this, we aint the ones that u mess with, cus we can flip it up like a coin 'n you're headless, down between yo legs like a bitch as she pregnant, its psychopathic fam in this bitch on some next slit neck shit

2 Dope
Some folks call me joey, but most call me shaggs fuck skinny jeans, its 42s in my shoppin bags, and my waist and nothing but a 32, which leaves plenty of room for my 20 duece, plus rockin plain 3x tall ts and thats weighin in soakin wet a buck 70, not to mention the rocks stuffed in my shoe soles but never skippin for flippin to them feinin hoes fuck the Adams my family be Juggalos 'n if we was a movie the Thing would be my roll cus my hands be doin things my brains take control like choking on necks and bangin random neden holes my psychopathic homies, we like stealth bomers doin damage cross the countries undetected by your radars, then one by one, BOOM, hit ya with nuke get the underground runnin make the surface dwellers puke suits on the outside the mat tatted skin are nothing but joker cards bitch thats a kin if trait from the outside workin ways in, happy smilin faces, opposite of terrorism, they gave us 1,000 ways to die we chose one, we got a 1,000 to get funds, see it our way or u best to fuckin run bet a 1,000 FBI agents got Juggalo sons bout to follow in they foot steps and be cops so we takin over like it or not 2 full on generations workin on three indestructible trunk on this ever growin family tree barely makin loot, on the shit you hear 'n see still breakin new grounds and we 20 years deep yet we still getting younger aint that somethin? The clowns ripped up a Benjamin Button.