Luyện nghe bài hát Ridiculoid

Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right one]
My not right [check 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) dark
fallin in with flying
and bad of landmines
that remind me of the of slow jams
I a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was by the biggest of buildings
and had the volcanic cap
that the have attached to his dead mother
now this might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit
images of *boy scouts* getting pistol
talents fold
the realest is the one that talks out loud to you
the plug is corroded out
and they say productivity is up this month but I've my passion
sick of in line for my weekly chocolate ration
its bad health and sadness
never helped by tofu franks or maggots
this addiction is more
I door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
because I wasn't handsome
now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness
with beats that to be registered
as sex offenders represented to the
I'll exfoliate your face with the inside my stomach
Binge and purge, we live in thirty second
and if consumers stopped we'd forget how to use words
just fuckin' eat each other til the next *ice age*
or at the source awards scratchin our like "what happened??"
if the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you ask them
out to plant life sits and looks pretty
to attract intersection angels when in the city
that's below any self-respecting actress in a german film
who gobbled doggie dick and feces
my fingers tap buttons with sanctified
from heart scan to readings
this a voice from a dead dimension without astral
the sluggish rugged discuss that hovers
Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating
I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding
but if I should God's patience on *someone* better take my place nigga
tell 'em it's the that got me this far
and it's in my dreams I see their and...

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

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

See I
fist
metal

came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin
a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train
the galaxy's the sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
heard my verse, *ain't the same*.
I leave your mouth open when standin
(the word's the midget) is the cannon
cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin 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 daily but I hold onto the vision
hip hop at it's when it lacked television
and wasn't an emcee
you know where the flows be and if you the rhyme slowly
you'll out cats is unseen like Jarobi
and most likely openin doors the psyche
if it's a Mikey, eat anything
starving but or crush anything
not stars from the songs we sing this shit's