Luyện nghe bài hát Ridiculoid

Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check
My life's not right two]
My not right [check three]
Are you

(you know this was supposed to be for my album though...?)
[Vast (oh... whateva)
(its ok...)

When I send a (ease down) dark soldiers
fallin in with flying
and bad of landmines
that remind me of the sexiest of jams
I pull a glock or fiver the group by numbers
I was nursed by the biggest of
and had the volcanic cap
that the butcher have attached to his mother
now this material might walk a twitch and live for the twisted shit
images of *boy scouts* getting whipped
talents fold
the realest is the one that talks out loud to you
the plug is corroded out
and say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion
sick of waiting in line for my chocolate ration
its bad and industrial sadness
never helped by tofu franks or maggots
this addiction is more
I walk door to Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
I wasn't born handsome
now that my life's complete a capacity to push greatness buttons
with beats have to be registered
as sex offenders to the public
I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my
Binge and purge, we live in second blurbs
and if consumers stopped existing forget how to use words
just fuckin' eat each other til the *ice age* occurs
or at the source awards scratchin our heads "what happened??"
if the kids would've disclosed you all lost if you just ask them
out to plant life that and looks pretty
to attract curious intersection when in the city
that's below any self-respecting in a german schiester film
who gobbled doggie dick and feces
my fingers tap buttons with awareness
from heart to pulse readings
this a voice a dead dimension without astral projection
the rugged discuss bunk that hovers
lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents
I'll try to come back for my family before the feeding commence
but if I should God's patience on *someone* better take my place nigga
tell 'em it's the love that got me far
and it's in my dreams I see faces and...

Murderers is like that clap sandals
hand sand off tools and I can't on two
amped off booze wheelie my ancle bruised
on the block silly with a mint
watch young ladies hop scotch with the jellies
that's me trying to wop
with the longness and
til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage
lost in a realm tryin to cells
like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
got my mind wrapped in a resurrect thoughts in amorphous
morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to
to get that bilingual spittin tryin to get it on
and spit a thorn that'll split a form in half math
light 'dro love mixed with ash
bats that stick to DAT's
sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin the sickest cats

Aire]
Yo
My not right [check one]
My life's not right [check
My life's not [check three]
Are you

See I
fist
metal

came out the womb of a phoenix expect less
then a mature flame velocity's my plane my is my train
the the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
heard my verse, *ain't the same*.
I leave your mouth open you're standin
(the the midget) esophagus is the cannon
cipher unknown the upper on overstandin watch the landin
believe it or not I'm on air
last of America's heroes here to the circle
I still remember the of Coleco
a struggle but I hold onto the vision
hip hop at it's when it lacked television
and wasn't an emcee
you know the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
you'll find out is unseen like Jarobi
and likely openin doors with the psyche
if it's a Mikey, they'll eat
starving but hack or crush
not stars from the songs we sing shit's ridiculoid