Luyện nghe bài hát Ridiculoid

Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right one]
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 sickness (ease down) soldiers
fallin in with flying
and bad programs of
that remind me of the sexiest of slow
I pull a or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was by the biggest of buildings
and had the sonic cap
that the have attached to his dead mother
now this material might walk with a and live for the twisted shit
of *boy scouts* getting pistol whipped
electronic fold
the television is the one that talks out loud to you
when the plug is out
and say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion
sick of in line for my weekly chocolate ration
its bad health and industrial
never helped by tofu franks or sadistic
addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick
because I wasn't born
now that my life's complete a capacity to push greatness buttons
with beats have to be registered
as sex represented to the public
exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
Binge and purge, we live in thirty blurbs
and if consumers stopped we'd forget how to use words
just fuckin' eat each other til the *ice age* occurs
or at the source scratchin our heads like "what happened??"
if the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask
out to plant life sits and looks pretty
to attract curious intersection angels when in the
that's below any self-respecting actress in a german schiester
who gobbled doggie dick and human
my fingers tap buttons sanctified awareness
from heart to pulse readings
a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
the sluggish rugged discuss bunk that
Acme lab rat escape breathing through the heating vents
I'll try to come back for my family the poison feeding commence
but if I should exhaust God's patience on *someone* better take my place
'em it's the love that got me this far
and it's in my dreams I see their and...

Murderers is like handles that clap
hand off tools and I can't stand on two
amped off wheelie with my ancle bruised
on the block silly a mint ?ellie?
young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
that's me trying to wop
the longness and pot-bellied
til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the often
lost in a realm to find cells
strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off mad hi
got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in
morph into polyin in waters talkin to dolphins
to get bilingual spittin ?charm? tryin to get it on
and spit a thorn that'll split a form in studyin math
light 'dro Eaton's mixed with ash
spit bats that to DAT's
sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin the sickest cats

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

See I
iron
metal

came out the of a phoenix expect nothin less
a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train
the the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
my verse, *ain't nothin the same*.
I leave your mouth when you're standin
(the word's the midget) esophagus is the
cipher unknown the hand on overstandin watch the landin
believe it or not I'm on air
last of America's heroes here to close the
I remember the days of Coleco
a struggle but I hold onto the vision
hip hop at it's best when it television
and everybody an emcee
you know the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
you'll find out cats is 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