Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited

destroyin' yo existence it's the season to be persistant my nigga
assistance i was there in an instant the plot thickens in every track we
lay systematic i'm bringin' static with my thunderous sounds get down,
while i be wreckin' with the highest of stunts and to the suckaz hate us
like hawaiian i punch ain't no replacement to the prior of my home i'm
the skrapz and for years i been alone smashin' pumpkins on stage in a
rage a machine fiends, wreckin' the detroit scene kickin' ass leavin
stars on yo head from my converse chuck taylors size 10 and it hurts the
and fuck reminisn' premeditatin' a murder while y'all is out dissin'
supportin' all the anger my veins my heart pulse beats to the drum
and it's strange! sol: no time to emphathize the of rolls begins master
pumpkin patcher back again identify or be executed most disputed s.o.l.
still fuckin' foolin grabbin' extensions i'm bored squeezed with cords
lights and eyes bright pumpkins smashin' on the floor bitch, got you on the
run double barrel shotgun call the riot street sweeper pull it back run
pumpkins launch like rockets nothin' can it i told y'all h.o.k. for life i'm
still soarin through the sky like demons so close brain waves start
speedin thoughts on this deadly season say i was washed up finished and
gone and in yo little brain you screamin home sweet home and i'm gone,
location pumpkin street, vines they meet and greet we strangle and don't
beware of the beast sucka! 16 measure break... skrapz: comin' from the side
bangin' on wax i'm a crip makin' y'all straight up trip but get off my dick
i'm a to a duo of a terrifying background and any mutha fucka step up, they
betta back down i'm a neck strangla raised in the anger got a bitch and bang
her get pregneant, coat hanger i bull shittin' try me the skrapz is aid's
and you the common cold you'll find me so blind me my eyes bleed from where
the tears come welcome to the new house bitch face yo and run it's the
season ain't no other reason but halloween and to a fiend thats trick 'r'
and screams no what i mean i'm likin' pumpkins up whip em' at yo cut, devils
got you fucked up trick, and i'm a buck, buck, until you bleed and plant that
ass in my yard like a seed sol: yeah! i'm scatterin' words pumpkin seeds my
speeds injectin' you sayin' please too late i had to freeze appearin' at times
like gangrel you can't tell go through to rock the mic for the krazees well
i'm back, seasons get wickeed and all hockey masks outlasted past souls fall
and snap they head off wit my carvin' knife then commence to saw until i get
jack-o-lantern no life the night time eases with a little breath myth sets
over the rest while the man sees 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 message be took house of krazees the name so look the judge the put me
under the all the bad souls let em' fry, s.o.p. part 2 strapped on they head
they die!!!