Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited

destroyin' yo it's the season to be persistant my nigga needed
i was there in an instant the plot thickens in every track that we
lay down systematic i'm bringin' static with my sounds get down,
i be wreckin' with the highest of stunts and to the suckaz that hate us
like hawaiian i punch ain't no replacement to the prior residence of my i'm
the skrapz and for years i been spittin' smashin' pumpkins on stage in a
rage a machine devilish fiends, wreckin' the detroit scene kickin' ass
stars on yo head from my converse chuck taylors 10 and it hurts disperse the
nonsense and fuck reminisn' premeditatin' a murder while y'all is out
supportin' all the anger contaminatin' my veins my heart pulse beats to the
and it's strange! sol: no time to emphathize the reversal of rolls master
pumpkin patcher back again identify yourself or be executed most s.o.l.
sol's still fuckin' foolin extensions i'm bored squeezed with cords
lights and eyes shine bright smashin' on the floor bitch, got you on the
run double barrel shotgun call the squad street sweeper pull it back run
pumpkins launch rockets nothin' can stop it i told y'all h.o.k. for life i'm
still rockin' soarin through the sky like demons so close brain waves
speedin muredrous thoughts on this deadly say i was washed up finished and
gone and in yo tiny little you screamin home sweet home and i'm gone,
location pumpkin street, vines they and greet we strangle holds and don't
beware of the beast sucka! 16 measure break... skrapz: comin' from the east
bangin' on wax like i'm a crip y'all straight up trip but get off my dick
i'm a rookie to a duo of a terrifying and any mutha fucka step up, they
betta down i'm a neck strangla raised in the anger got a bitch and i'ma bang
her get pregneant, coat hanger i ain't bull try me the skrapz is aid's
and you the common cold you'll never find me so me my eyes bleed from where
the tears welcome to the new house bitch face yo fears and run it's the
ain't no other reason but halloween and to a fiend thats trick 'r' treatin'
and no what i mean i'm likin' pumpkins up whip em' at yo cut, devils night
got you fucked up trick, and i'm a buck, buck, buck until you and plant that
ass in my yard like a seed yeah! i'm scatterin' words like pumpkin seeds my
mind speeds injectin' you please too late i had to freeze appearin' at times
like gangrel you can't go through hell to rock the mic for the krazees well
i'm back, seasons get wickeed and all hockey masks outlasted souls they fall
and ball snap they head off wit my carvin' knife then commence to saw i get
jack-o-lantern with no the night time eases with a little breath myth sets
over the rest while the pumpkin man yo death no request some say it's
in-humane, am i insane? or do i the right to entertain is it a game or could
the be took house of krazees the name so look the judge the book put me
under the hook all the bad souls let em' fry, s.o.p. part 2 strapped on head
they die!!!