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 instant the thickens in every track that we
lay down systematic i'm bringin' with my thunderous sounds get down,
while i be wreckin' with the highest of stunts and to the suckaz that 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' pumpkins on in a
rage a machine devilish fiends, wreckin' the detroit scene kickin' ass
stars on yo head from my converse chuck taylors size 10 and it hurts the
nonsense and fuck premeditatin' 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! no time to emphathize the reversal of rolls begins master
patcher back again identify yourself or be executed most disputed s.o.l.
sol's still fuckin' foolin grabbin' extensions i'm bored squeezed cords
lights and shine bright pumpkins smashin' on the floor bitch, got you on the
run double shotgun call the riot squad street sweeper pull it back run
pumpkins launch like rockets nothin' can stop it i told 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, vines they and greet we strangle holds and don't
beware of the beast sucka! 16 measure break... skrapz: comin' the east side
on wax like i'm a crip 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 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 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 what i mean i'm likin' up whip em' at yo cut, devils night
got you fucked up trick, and i'm a buck, buck, buck until you and plant that
ass in my yard a seed 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 hockey masks past souls they fall
and ball snap they off wit my carvin' knife then commence to saw until i get
jack-o-lantern with no life the night time with a little breath myth sets
over the while the pumpkin man sees yo death no request some say it's
in-humane, am i insane? or do i 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 hook all the bad let em' fry, s.o.p. part 2 strapped on they head
before die!!!