Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited

destroyin' yo existence the season to be persistant my nigga needed
assistance i was there in an instant the plot thickens in every that we
lay down systematic i'm bringin' with my thunderous sounds get down,
while i be wreckin' with the of stunts and to the suckaz that hate us
like hawaiian i ain't no replacement 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 scene ass leavin
stars on yo head from my converse chuck taylors 10 and it hurts disperse the
nonsense and fuck reminisn' 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 rolls begins
pumpkin patcher 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 eyes shine bright pumpkins on the floor bitch, got you on the
run double barrel shotgun call the riot squad street sweeper pull it run
pumpkins launch like rockets nothin' can stop it i told y'all h.o.k. for i'm
still soarin through the sky like demons so close brain waves start
speedin muredrous thoughts on this deadly season say i was up finished and
gone and in yo tiny little brain you 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 terrifying background and any mutha step up, they
betta back down i'm a strangla raised in the anger got a bitch and i'ma bang
her get pregneant, coat hanger i ain't bull shittin' try me the is aid's
and you the cold you'll never find me so blind me my eyes bleed from 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 fiend 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, until you bleed and plant that
ass in my yard like a seed sol: yeah! i'm scatterin' like pumpkin seeds my
mind speeds injectin' you sayin' please too late i had to freeze appearin' at
like gangrel you tell go through hell to rock the mic for the krazees well
i'm back, get wickeed and all hockey masks outlasted past souls they 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 right to entertain is it a or could
the message be 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
before die!!!