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 that we
lay systematic i'm bringin' static with my thunderous sounds get down,
i be wreckin' with the highest of stunts and to the suckaz that hate us
like hawaiian i punch ain't no replacement to the prior residence of my i'm
the and for years i been spittin' alone smashin' pumpkins on stage in a
rage a machine devilish fiends, wreckin' the detroit scene 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 y'all is out
supportin' all the anger contaminatin' my my heart pulse beats to the drum
and it's strange! sol: no time to emphathize the reversal of rolls begins
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
and eyes shine 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 launch like rockets nothin' can stop it i y'all h.o.k. for life i'm
still rockin' soarin through the sky like demons so brain waves start
speedin muredrous on this 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 and greet we strangle holds and don't
beware of the beast sucka! 16 break... skrapz: comin' from the east side
bangin' on wax like i'm a crip makin' 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 i'm a neck strangla raised in the anger got a bitch and i'ma bang
her get pregneant, coat i ain't bull shittin' try me the skrapz is aid's
and you the common cold you'll never me so blind me my eyes bleed from where
the tears come welcome to the new house face yo fears and run it's the
season ain't no other but halloween and to a fiend thats trick 'r' treatin'
and screams no what i mean i'm likin' pumpkins up whip em' at yo cut, 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 yeah! i'm scatterin' words like pumpkin seeds my
mind speeds injectin' you sayin' please too late i had to appearin' 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 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 life the night time eases with a breath myth sets
over the while the pumpkin man sees yo death no request some say it's
in-humane, am i or do i have 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
before die!!!