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 plot in every track that we
lay down systematic i'm bringin' static with my 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 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 ass leavin
stars on yo head from my converse chuck taylors size 10 and it hurts the
and fuck reminisn' premeditatin' a murder while y'all is out dissin'
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 begins master
pumpkin patcher back identify yourself or be executed most disputed s.o.l.
sol's fuckin' foolin grabbin' 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 street sweeper pull it back run
pumpkins launch like rockets can stop it i told y'all h.o.k. for life i'm
still rockin' soarin through the sky like demons so close brain waves
speedin muredrous thoughts on deadly season say i was washed up finished and
gone and in yo little brain you screamin home sweet home and i'm gone,
location pumpkin street, vines they meet and greet we holds and don't
beware of the beast sucka! 16 measure break... skrapz: comin' 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 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, coat hanger i ain't bull shittin' try me the skrapz is
and you the common cold never find 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 reason but halloween and to a fiend thats trick 'r' treatin'
and screams no what i mean i'm pumpkins up whip em' at yo cut, devils night
got you fucked up trick, and i'm a 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 injectin' you sayin' please too i had to freeze appearin' at times
like you can't tell go through hell to rock the mic for the krazees well
i'm back, seasons get wickeed and all hockey masks outlasted past souls fall
and ball snap they head off wit my carvin' knife then commence to saw i get
jack-o-lantern with no life the night time eases with a little 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 to entertain 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 let em' fry, s.o.p. part 2 strapped on they head
before die!!!