Luyện nghe bài hát Ridiculoid

Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right one]
My life's not [check two]
My life's not [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 debris
and bad of landmines
that me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a glock or fiver the group by numbers
I was nursed by the biggest of
and had the volcanic cap
the butcher have attached to his dead mother
now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted
images of *boy scouts* getting pistol
electronic fold
the realest television is the one that talks out to you
the plug is corroded out
and they say is up this month but I've lost my passion
sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate
its bad health and industrial
never helped by tofu or sadistic maggots
this addiction is random
I walk door to door Mormon style my sick tantrums
I wasn't born handsome
now my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
with that have to be registered
as sex offenders represented to the
I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my
Binge and purge, we live in second blurbs
and if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use
just fuckin' eat each other til the next *ice occurs
or at the source awards our heads like "what happened??"
if the would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
out to life that sits and looks pretty
to attract curious intersection angels when in the
that's below any self-respecting actress in a german film
who gobbled doggie dick and feces
my tap buttons with sanctified awareness
from heart to pulse readings
this a from a dead dimension without astral projection
the sluggish rugged bunk that hovers
Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating
I'll try to come back for my family before the poison commence
but if I should exhaust God's patience on *someone* better take my place
tell 'em it's the that got me this far
and in my dreams I see their faces and...

Murderers is like handles clap sandals
hand sand off tools and I stand on two
amped off booze with my ancle bruised
on the block silly a mint ?ellie?
watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink
that's me trying to wop
the longness and pot-bellied
til it's nauseous a raw dog straight out of the orphanage often
in a realm tryin to find cells
strapped like a with raps that'll off kids mad hi
got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect in amorphous
morph Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins
to get that bilingual spittin tryin to get it on
and spit a that'll split a form in half studyin math
light 'dro Eaton's love mixed ash
spit bats that to DAT's
sip snapples and twist off caps when you with the sickest cats

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

See I
fist
metal

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