Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited

destroyin' yo existence it's the season to be persistant my needed
assistance i was in an instant the plot thickens in every track that we
lay down systematic i'm bringin' static my thunderous sounds get down,
while i be wreckin' with the highest of stunts and to the that hate us
like hawaiian i punch ain't no to the prior residence of my home i'm
the skrapz and for years i been spittin' alone smashin' 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 disperse the
nonsense and fuck reminisn' premeditatin' a murder while is out dissin'
supportin' all the anger contaminatin' my veins my pulse beats to the drum
and it's strange! no time to emphathize the reversal 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 shine bright smashin' on the floor bitch, got you on the
run double barrel shotgun call the riot squad street sweeper pull it run
pumpkins launch rockets nothin' can stop it i told y'all h.o.k. for life i'm
rockin' soarin through the sky like demons so close brain waves start
speedin muredrous thoughts on this deadly season say i was washed up and
gone and in yo tiny brain you screamin home sweet home and i'm gone,
location pumpkin street, they meet and greet we strangle holds and don't
of the beast sucka! 16 measure break... skrapz: comin' from the east side
bangin' on wax like i'm a makin' y'all straight up trip but get off my dick
i'm a rookie to a duo of a terrifying background and any mutha fucka step up,
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 never find me so blind me my eyes bleed from
the tears come welcome to the new house bitch yo fears and run it's the
ain't no other reason but halloween and to a fiend thats trick 'r' treatin'
and screams no i mean i'm likin' pumpkins up whip em' at yo cut, devils night
got you up trick, and i'm a buck, buck, buck until you bleed and plant that
ass in my yard like a seed sol: yeah! i'm scatterin' like pumpkin seeds my
mind speeds injectin' you sayin' please too late i had to freeze 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 past souls they fall
and snap they head off wit my carvin' knife then commence to saw until i get
jack-o-lantern with no life the night time eases with a little myth sets
the rest while the pumpkin man sees yo death no request some say it's
in-humane, am i insane? or do i have the right to is it a game or could
the message be took house of the name so look the judge the book put me
the hook all the bad souls let em' fry, s.o.p. part 2 strapped on they head
before die!!!