Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited

destroyin' yo existence the season to be persistant my nigga needed
assistance i was there in an instant the plot thickens in every track we
lay down systematic i'm bringin' static with my thunderous get down,
while i be wreckin' with the of stunts and to the suckaz that hate us
like hawaiian i punch ain't no replacement to the prior of my home i'm
the skrapz and for i been spittin' alone smashin' pumpkins on stage in a
a machine devilish fiends, wreckin' the detroit scene kickin' ass leavin
stars on yo from my converse chuck taylors size 10 and it hurts disperse the
nonsense and fuck reminisn' a murder while y'all is out dissin'
supportin' all the anger contaminatin' my veins my heart beats to the drum
and it's strange! sol: no time to emphathize the reversal of begins master
pumpkin back again identify yourself or be executed most disputed s.o.l.
sol's fuckin' foolin grabbin' extensions i'm bored squeezed with cords
lights and shine bright pumpkins smashin' on the floor bitch, got you on the
run double barrel shotgun the riot squad street sweeper pull it back run
pumpkins launch like rockets nothin' can stop it i told y'all h.o.k. for i'm
still rockin' soarin through the sky like demons so close brain waves
speedin muredrous thoughts on deadly season say i was washed up finished and
gone and in yo tiny little brain you screamin home sweet and i'm gone,
location pumpkin street, vines they meet and greet we 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 makin' y'all straight up trip but get off my
i'm a rookie to a duo of a background and any mutha fucka step up, they
betta back down i'm a neck strangla in the anger got a bitch and i'ma bang
her get pregneant, coat hanger i ain't shittin' try me the skrapz is aid's
and you the common cold you'll never find me so blind me my eyes bleed from
the tears come welcome to the new bitch face yo fears and run it's the
season ain't no other reason but halloween and to a fiend trick 'r' treatin'
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 words like pumpkin seeds my
mind speeds you sayin' please too late i had to freeze appearin' at times
like gangrel you tell go through hell to rock the mic for the krazees well
i'm back, seasons get wickeed and all hockey masks outlasted past they fall
and ball snap they head off wit my carvin' knife commence to saw until 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 message be took of krazees the name so look the judge the book put me
under the hook all the bad let em' fry, s.o.p. part 2 strapped on they head
before die!!!