Luyện nghe bài hát ShadyXV

I'm liable to start a spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue the shop to The Wired Frog
Night club, shit, I was if you see these on fire
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire
So you may not hear at all
But be alarmed if I sound off
Something just ain't with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, life could be harder
Widely regarded, highly bite me, sweetheart, I'm retarded
But tonight I'm shit, I'm feeling self righteous
I might just hop in a pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box with anybody, disorderly
I'll fuck around and a key and pick a fight with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm in shock
Frantic, I'm in a closet
Panic attack cause I'm
No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver movement
I had no room for improvement
I'm squashed, unpacked it and boxed it
Toxic, are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the content
Bar exam, of insanity
Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson
Animal snarls, jaws
Shark mandibles, lambs slaughter
Looking skamp as Hannibal
Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his
Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of
But I gallon some
I bet you they ring a bell I come back and I'm conscious
happened, doc? I passed out again
Alcohol's making me break vacant's naked
Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in of a Doxon
Fell asleep watching Factor and Scare Tactics
Too close to the master
Poked a hole in the air mattress and it
Woke up shortly there after,
No one to wear, grasping a bear, rasped it and it
Air Max in my closet, Nikes made out of ostrich
And the cross stitching is a mix
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin
Dolphin fin dockers, cautious, drop crotches
Swats watches and matches with the parkers
But it's like overstepped at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I have any boxers
And I'm here naked, hangover, still wasted
Like paper you write on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it always sound like I'm grabbing my
that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle 'em all
I'll stand and yell mad at a wall
Until the mannequin doll the inanimate objects
That I'm badder than all, and fall
Cause I hear the
And I'm starting to get fucking amped, spark with 'em
Like the car with the cables to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell
But I sure as hell got it cause y'all could get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a like your back when it's arching
When I start attacking your
You'll feel like Card when I'm charging
So take a swipe at me, I'm straight at you
Like Clay Matthews from the Green Bay
So get the of Wisconsin
That's nutbag I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You faggots are all gonna do my
get dragged to the auction
Neiman Marcus, of the Tylenol
I'll a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass
See I'm at you wack when I drop you off at Fifth Ave
In a fucking taxi cab to go
Affable guy next is laughable
My whore's gon' have mechanical arms
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this prick dies hard
I got a Johnson
like a magic wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda was on the couch, with the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums at once, to Pounce
How I laugh in response how she dances and it around me
Her flat badonkadonk is bouncing around
And all I see is [?] she's slaughterhouse in a
And Madonna with mud on her, got dammit I a
I slap [?] with a lobster, her off a balcony
Just so happens she's of Al
now she's faceplanting on the concrete
Complete of responsibility
Half you assholes ain't strong enough to up a spirit
Shit, you faggots couldn't at a thrift shop
But I let the track 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my thing is now
Five finger
Been rapping so long I've been this shit, it's easy
your mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Condit
Always scared if I went to the blonde
I relapse, get to some bullshit
I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore and Mac and Asher Roth
some back and forths
And record a wack to Kendrick Lamar's Control verse
And Fack in concert
[Fack
Yo, I put that shit on a Greatest album
Now that was
It takes some massive to do some shit like that
Sometimes I have to ponder why are like
(I'll around)
And put up with my crap so for
the attraction, mama?
Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual entendre
Or the pointy nose pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at point, it's always poking so meh
Still get along with this voice that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, who knows me knows that
What they don't know is the fact calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
Sits on my face and waits for my to grow
Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an
That might've pants, but they on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, crap in your
I'm up all the presents
In camouflage so you can't even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's off
Wrap his schnoz in bandage and blind him
Blowing the gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the basket back the bath salt packets are gone
Know you really tired of me Billy Squier
But rock acid rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula
Godzilla, half and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners kicking the damn off and I'm strangling 'em
Kim Basinger on the ass