Luyện nghe bài hát Simple And Blunt

(Grunts)
It Out

Another Sampler,
I Won't Front,
Fuckin' Tell You All About Our Shit Simple And Blunt,
And If You Take The Time To As I Run This Down,
Maybe You Might Dig Our Shit And Understand The Wickid Clown,
We Forever Cause' Up On The Suface,
They've Always Said We Talentless Of Shit And Worthless,
Yet,
As Im Writin' Down,
I Glance At The Wall And I Don't Know How,
But We Got Two Platinum And Another Four Gold,
And We Never MTV We Went Up The Back Road,
And Built A Fan Base That Behind The Clown,
That They'd Tear Your Fuckin' In Half to Show They Down,
See But Thats It Though,
It A Fan Base,
Its A Family Drawn Together Like We From Space,
I Mean We Call Ourselves Juggalos I Guess Explains It,
We Relate Cause We Been The Same Types Of Pain,
I ICP Don't Rap About The Money We Get,
Cause Half The Juggalos So They Stealin' Our Shit,
And They Don't Wanna Hear About Us A Benze,
When They Fuckin' Greyhounds Just To Get To Gatherins',

(We It Wickid, We Keeps It Wickid)

We Cartoon Serial Slaughterer's On Our Records,
And Its How We To The Pressures Of Life,
Let Our Music Do The Killin' For You Be Alright,
And Ain't You The Least Bit Curious,
Whats Up With This World, We Gettin Furious,
Just This Sampler Your Bumpin' Right Now,
This Might Be Your Callin' To Our Ground,
Tell Me This Fucker Trully,
How You
Ever Get The Urge Maybe Do A Little Wig
Ever Been The Last Kid For A Team?
Ever Mutha Fuckas Come And Shit On Your Dreams?
Do You Have Ideas And Somthin' To
Only Ain't Nobody Got They Ears Pointed Your Way,
Ever Been Fucked With Like This And Like That And Go Home With Crazy Thoughts Like Cuttin' Neck?
Might And Escape In This Band The World Hate,
Cause We Been Gettin' On Homie We Can Relate,
Ain't Nobody Datin' Any Hollywood Stars,
Attendin VIP Parties At High Bars,
But If We Ain't Cup Of Tea Then Just Don't Fuck With Me,
I The Fuck Out The Fact You Stuck There With Me,
And On Why I Tried To Explain Ourselves,

(Cause The Hatchets Hustlin' For Some Sales)

You Know ICP Is Fuckin Hated And Doubted,
But Our New The Bomb And I Wouldn't Lie About It,
We Call It The Wraith And It's The Joker's Card,
And The Juggalo Worlds Been Long And Hard,
So We Savin' It All, We Won't You A Lick,
Why They Got Me On Here Rappin' Bout' The Shit,
But For Ten This Albums Been In Our Focus,
Everything From Dog Beats On To Dark Lotus,
And Its Finally Droppin' On 5th,
Unless The Fuckin' Record Label Up The Shit,
Plan Is Thats The Day That The Best We Can Do Will Be Put In The And Delivered To You,
Or You Can The Shit Free Most Probably Will,
But The Packaging And It Comes With Is Ill',
So If Your For The Best Way Of Compin' It Free,
My Advice Is Hit A Record Store And The CD,
Get You The Booklet, And Get You The Disc,
And Leave All The Case With The And Shit,
And Then But Somthin' Cheap Like A Spears Sticker,
So They Won't Get When They See You At The Register,
One Way Or The Other I Can You This,
Juggalo Or Not Our Record's The Shit,
And I Don't Give A Fuck What Stone Ends Up Givin',
Cause That's Just Some Fuckin' Idiot's Opinion,
If He Knows So Dope He Should Make It Himself,
And Quit Fuckin' Judgin' Every Body Else,
Anyway All We To Say,
Is Our Bomb Ass LP Is Headed Way,
A Lil' For The Underdogs Out There,
We Extendin' The Depth To Let You That We Here,
And Our Doors,
Is Always To Yours,
And For Everybody Else We Up And Applause,
For A Little Time To Listen To Me Spit,
On This CD, Hatchet, Sampler Shit,
And For All The Juggalos Out There Who Been The Deal,
We Put Together This For You To Feel,
On!