Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited

destroyin' yo existence it's the 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 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 punch no replacement to the prior residence of my home i'm
the skrapz and for years i been spittin' alone smashin' on stage in a
rage a machine devilish fiends, wreckin' the detroit kickin' ass leavin
stars on yo head from my converse chuck taylors 10 and it hurts disperse the
nonsense and fuck reminisn' premeditatin' a murder while y'all is out
supportin' all the anger contaminatin' my veins my heart pulse to the drum
and it's strange! sol: no time to emphathize the reversal of rolls begins
patcher back again identify yourself or be executed most disputed s.o.l.
sol's still fuckin' grabbin' extensions i'm bored squeezed with cords
lights and eyes shine bright pumpkins 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
still rockin' soarin through the sky like demons so close brain start
speedin muredrous thoughts on this deadly say i was washed up finished and
gone and in yo tiny little 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 break... skrapz: 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 neck strangla raised in the 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 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' up whip em' at yo cut, devils 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 sol: yeah! i'm scatterin' like pumpkin seeds my
mind speeds injectin' you please too late i had to freeze appearin' at times
gangrel 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 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 time eases with a little breath sets
over the rest while the 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 so look the judge the book put me
the hook all the bad souls let em' fry, s.o.p. part 2 strapped on they head
before die!!!