Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited

destroyin' yo existence it's the season to be persistant my nigga
assistance i was there in an instant the plot thickens in every track we
lay down systematic i'm static with my thunderous 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 residence of my home i'm
the skrapz and for years i been spittin' smashin' pumpkins on stage in a
rage a machine devilish fiends, wreckin' the detroit scene ass leavin
stars on yo from my converse chuck 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 to emphathize the reversal of rolls begins master
pumpkin back again identify yourself or be executed most disputed s.o.l.
sol's still fuckin' foolin grabbin' extensions i'm bored with 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 can stop it i told y'all 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 say i was washed 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
of the beast sucka! 16 measure 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 fucka step up,
betta back down i'm a neck strangla raised in the anger got a and i'ma bang
her get pregneant, coat i ain't bull shittin' try me the skrapz is aid's
and you the common cold never find me so blind me my eyes bleed from where
the tears come welcome to the new house bitch face yo 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 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 seed sol: yeah! i'm scatterin' words like seeds my
mind speeds injectin' you sayin' please too late i had to appearin' at times
like gangrel you can't go through hell to rock the mic for the krazees well
i'm back, seasons get and all hockey masks outlasted past souls they fall
and ball snap head off wit my carvin' knife then commence to saw until i get
jack-o-lantern with no life the time eases with a little breath myth sets
over the rest while the pumpkin man sees yo death no request say it's
in-humane, am i or do i have the right to entertain is it a game or could
the message be took house of krazees the name so the judge the book put me
under the hook all the bad souls let em' fry, s.o.p. 2 strapped on they head
they die!!!