Luyện nghe bài hát Ridiculoid

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

[El-P] (you know was supposed to be for my album though...?)
Aire] (oh... whateva)
(its ok...)

When I send a sickness (ease down) dark
in with flying debris
and bad of landmines
that remind me of the sexiest of jams
I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by
I was nursed by the of buildings
and had the sonic cap
the butcher have attached to his dead mother
now this material might walk with a twitch and for the twisted shit
images of *boy scouts* pistol whipped
talents fold
the realest television is the one that out loud to you
the plug is corroded out
and they say productivity is up this month but lost my passion
of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration
its bad and industrial sadness
never helped by tofu or sadistic maggots
this addiction is random
I walk door to door Mormon spitting my sick tantrums
I wasn't born handsome
now that my life's complete with a to push greatness buttons
with beats that to be registered
as sex offenders represented to the
I'll exfoliate your with the acid inside my stomach
Binge and purge, we live in second blurbs
and if consumers existing we'd forget how to use words
just fuckin' eat each other til the next age* occurs
or at the source awards scratchin our 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 curious intersection angels 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 sanctified awareness
from heart to pulse readings
this a voice a dead dimension without astral projection
the sluggish discuss bunk that hovers
Acme lab rat escape barely through the heating vents
I'll try to come for my family before the poison feeding commence
but if I should exhaust God's patience on 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 like handles that clap
hand sand off tools and I can't on two
amped off booze wheelie my ancle bruised
on the block with a mint ?ellie?
young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
that's me to wop vetti
with the and pot-bellied
til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage
in a realm tryin to find cells
strapped a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
got my mind wrapped in a resurrect thoughts in amorphous
into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins
to get that bilingual ?charm? tryin to get it on
and spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin
light 'dro Eaton's mixed with ash
bats that stick to DAT's
sip snapples and twist off when you fuckin with the sickest cats

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

See I
iron
metal

came out the womb of a phoenix expect less
then a mature flame velocity's my my thought 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 when standin
(the word's the midget) esophagus is the
cipher the upper hand on overstandin watch the landin
believe it or not I'm on air
last of America's here to close the circle
I still remember the days of
a daily struggle but I hold the vision
hip hop at it's best when it lacked
and everybody wasn't an
you know where the flows be and if you check the slowly
you'll find out cats is unseen Jarobi
and most likely openin with the psyche
if a Mikey, they'll eat anything
starving but or crush anything
not stars from the songs we sing this ridiculoid