Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited

destroyin' yo it's the season to be persistant my nigga needed
assistance i was there in an the plot thickens in every track that we
lay down systematic i'm static with my thunderous sounds get down,
while i be wreckin' the highest of stunts and to the suckaz 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 alone smashin' pumpkins on stage in a
rage a machine devilish fiends, wreckin' the detroit kickin' ass leavin
stars on yo head from my converse taylors size 10 and it hurts disperse the
nonsense and fuck reminisn' a murder while y'all is out dissin'
supportin' all the contaminatin' my veins my heart pulse beats to the drum
and it's strange! sol: no time to emphathize the reversal of rolls begins
pumpkin patcher back again identify yourself or be executed most s.o.l.
sol's still fuckin' foolin grabbin' extensions i'm bored squeezed cords
and eyes shine bright pumpkins smashin' on the floor bitch, got you on the
run double barrel shotgun call the riot squad street pull it back run
pumpkins launch like rockets nothin' can stop it i told 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
gone and in yo tiny little brain you screamin home sweet and i'm gone,
location pumpkin street, vines they meet and greet we strangle and don't
beware of the beast sucka! 16 measure break... skrapz: comin' from the side
bangin' on wax like i'm a crip makin' 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 raised in the anger got a bitch and i'ma 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 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 fucked up trick, and i'm a buck, buck, buck until you bleed and plant
ass in my yard like a seed sol: yeah! i'm scatterin' words like pumpkin my
mind speeds you sayin' please too late i had to freeze appearin' at times
like gangrel you can't tell go through hell to rock the mic for the well
i'm back, seasons get wickeed and all hockey outlasted past souls 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 eases with a little breath myth sets
over the rest while the pumpkin man sees yo 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 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. part 2 strapped on they
they die!!!