Luyện nghe bài hát Ridiculoid

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

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

When I a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
fallin in with flying
and bad of landmines
that me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a glock or fiver murder the by numbers
I was nursed by the of buildings
and had the volcanic cap
that the butcher have attached to his mother
now material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit
images of *boy scouts* getting pistol
electronic talents
the television is the one that talks out loud to you
the plug is corroded out
and they say productivity is up this month but lost my passion
sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate
its bad and industrial sadness
helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
this addiction is more
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
beats that have to be registered
as sex represented to the public
I'll exfoliate your with the acid inside my stomach
Binge and purge, we live in thirty blurbs
and if consumers existing we'd forget how to use words
just fuckin' eat each other til the next *ice age*
or at the source scratchin our heads like "what happened??"
if the kids disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
out to plant life that and looks pretty
to attract curious intersection angels when in the
that's below any self-respecting in a german schiester film
who gobbled dick and human feces
my fingers tap buttons sanctified awareness
from heart to pulse readings
a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
the sluggish rugged discuss that hovers
Acme lab rat escape barely breathing the heating vents
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 love that got me far
and it's in my dreams I see their and...

Murderers is like that clap sandals
hand off tools and I can't stand on two
amped off booze wheelie with my bruised
on the block silly with a mint
watch young ladies hop scotch with the 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 tryin to find
strapped like a marksman with raps off kids mad hi
got my wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
morph Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins
to get bilingual spittin ?charm? tryin to get it on
and spit a that'll split a form in half studyin math
light 'dro Eaton's love with ash
bats that stick to DAT's
sip snapples and twist off caps when you with the sickest cats

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

See I
fist
metal

came out the of a phoenix expect nothin less
then a 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, nothin the same*.
I leave your mouth open you're standin
(the word's the midget) is the cannon
cipher unknown the upper on overstandin watch the landin
believe it or not I'm on air
of America's heroes 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 it lacked television
and everybody an emcee
you know where the be and if you check the rhyme slowly
you'll find out cats is unseen Jarobi
and most likely openin with the psyche
if it's a Mikey, they'll eat
but hack or crush anything
not stars the songs we sing this shit's ridiculoid