Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited

destroyin' yo existence it's the season to be 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 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
rage a machine devilish fiends, wreckin' the scene kickin' ass leavin
on yo head from my converse chuck taylors size 10 and it hurts disperse the
nonsense and fuck reminisn' premeditatin' a while y'all is out dissin'
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 begins
pumpkin patcher back again identify yourself or be most disputed s.o.l.
sol's still fuckin' foolin grabbin' extensions i'm bored with cords
lights and eyes bright pumpkins smashin' on the floor bitch, got you on the
run double barrel shotgun call the squad street sweeper pull it back run
pumpkins like rockets nothin' can stop it i told y'all h.o.k. for life i'm
still rockin' through the sky like demons so close brain waves start
speedin muredrous thoughts on this deadly say i was washed up finished and
and in yo tiny little brain you screamin home sweet home and i'm gone,
location pumpkin street, they meet and greet we strangle holds and don't
beware of the beast sucka! 16 measure break... comin' from the east side
bangin' on wax like i'm a crip makin' y'all straight up but get off my dick
i'm a rookie to a duo of a background 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, hanger i ain't bull shittin' try me the skrapz is aid's
and you the common you'll never find me so blind me my eyes bleed from where
the tears come welcome to the new house bitch face yo fears and run the
season ain't no reason but halloween and to a fiend thats trick 'r' treatin'
and screams no what i 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' words like seeds my
mind speeds injectin' you sayin' please too late i had to appearin' at times
like gangrel you can't tell go through hell to rock the mic for the krazees
i'm back, seasons get wickeed and all hockey masks outlasted past souls they
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 pumpkin man sees yo death no request some say
in-humane, am i insane? or do i have the right to entertain is it a 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. 2 strapped on they head
they die!!!