Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited

destroyin' yo existence it's the to be persistant my nigga needed
assistance i was in an instant the plot thickens in every track that 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 ain't no replacement to the prior residence 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 head from my converse chuck taylors size 10 and it disperse the
nonsense and reminisn' premeditatin' a murder while y'all is out dissin'
supportin' all the anger contaminatin' my veins my heart pulse to the drum
and it's strange! sol: no time to the reversal of rolls begins 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 shine bright pumpkins smashin' on the floor bitch, got you on the
run double barrel shotgun call the riot squad street sweeper it back run
launch like 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 brain waves start
speedin muredrous thoughts on this deadly season say i was up finished and
gone and in yo little brain you screamin home sweet home and i'm gone,
location pumpkin street, vines meet and greet we strangle holds and don't
beware of the beast sucka! 16 measure break... skrapz: from the east side
on wax like 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 in the anger got a bitch and i'ma bang
her get pregneant, coat hanger i ain't bull shittin' try me the is aid's
and you the common cold you'll never find me so blind me my eyes bleed where
the tears welcome to the new house bitch face yo fears and run it's the
season ain't no other reason but halloween and to a thats trick 'r' treatin'
and screams no what i mean i'm likin' pumpkins up whip em' at yo cut, devils
got you up trick, and i'm a buck, buck, buck until you bleed and plant that
ass in my yard like a sol: yeah! i'm scatterin' 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 masks outlasted past souls they fall
and ball snap they head off wit my knife then commence to saw until i get
jack-o-lantern with no life the night time eases with a little 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 have the to entertain is it a game or could
the message be took house of 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!!!