Luyện nghe bài hát Simple And Blunt

(Grunts)
It Out

Another Sampler,
I Won't Front,
I'll Fuckin' Tell You All About Our Shit And Blunt,
And If You Take The Time To Listen As I Run Down,
You Might Even 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 Over At The Wall And I Know How,
But We Got Two Platinum Albums And Another Gold,
And We Used MTV We Went Up The Back Road,
And Built A Fan That Said Behind The Clown,
That They'd Tear Your Fuckin' City In to Show They Down,
See But Thats It Though,
It A Fan Base,
Its A Family Together Like We From Outer Space,
I Mean We Ourselves Juggalos I Guess That Explains It,
We Relate Cause We Been The Same Types Of Pain,
I Mean ICP Don't Rap About The We Get,
Cause The Juggalos So Broke They Stealin' Our Shit,
And Don't Wanna Hear About Us Pushin' A Benze,
They Takin' Fuckin' Greyhounds Just To Get To Gatherins',

(We Likes It Wickid, We It Wickid)

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

(Cause The Hatchets Hustlin' For Record Sales)

You Know That ICP Is 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 Worlds Been Waitin' Long And Hard,
So We It All, We Won't Play You A Lick,
Thats Why They Got Me On Here Rappin' The Shit,
But For Ten Years Albums Been In Our Focus,
Everything From Dog On Through To Dark Lotus,
And Its Droppin' On November 5th,
Unless The Record Label Fucks Up The Shit,
Plan Is Thats The Day That The Best We Can Do Be Put In The Stores And Delivered To You,
Or You Can Download The Shit Free Probably Will,
But The Packaging And Booklet It With Is Ill',
So If Your Lookin' For The Best Way Of 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 But Somthin' Cheap Like A Britney Spears Sticker,
So They Get Suspicious When They See You At The Register,
One Way Or The Other I Can You This,
Juggalo Or Not Our Fuckin' The Shit,
And I Give A Fuck What Rolling Stone Ends Up Givin',
Cause That's Just Some Other Idiot's Opinion,
If He Whats So Dope He Should Make It Himself,
And Quit Judgin' Every Fuckin' Body Else,
All We Tryin' To Say,
Is Our Bomb Ass LP Is Headed Way,
A Lil' Somethin' For The Out There,
We Extendin' The To Let You Know That We Here,
And Our Doors,
Is Open To Yours,
And For Else We Stand Up And Applause,
For Takin' A Little To Listen To Me Spit,
On Free CD, Hatchet, Sampler Shit,
And For All The Out There Who Been Know The Deal,
We Put This Here For You To Feel,
On!