Luyện nghe bài hát Simple And Blunt

(Grunts)
It Out

Another Sampler,
I Won't Front,
I'll Fuckin' Tell You All About Our Simple And Blunt,
And If You The Time To Listen As I Run This Down,
Maybe You Might Even Dig Our And Understand The Wickid Clown,
We Forever Underground Up On The Suface,
Always Said We Talentless Peices Of Shit And Worthless,
Yet,
As Im Writin' Down,
I Glance Over At The Wall And I 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 Said The Clown,
That They'd Your Fuckin' City In Half to Show They Down,
See But Just It Though,
It A Fan Base,
Its A Family Drawn Together We From Outer Space,
I Mean We Call Ourselves I Guess That Explains It,
We Relate We Been Through The Same Types Of Pain,
I Mean ICP Don't Rap The Money We Get,
Cause Half The Juggalos So They Stealin' Our Shit,
And They Don't Hear About Us Pushin' A Benze,
When They Takin' Greyhounds Just To Get To Gatherins',

(We It Wickid, We Keeps It Wickid)

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

(Cause The Hatchets Hustlin' For Record Sales)

You That ICP Is Fuckin Hated And Doubted,
But Our New Albums The And I Wouldn't Lie About It,
We Call It The Wraith And The Sixth Joker's Card,
And The Juggalo Worlds Been Long And Hard,
So We Savin' It All, We Play You A Lick,
Thats Why They Got Me On Here Rappin' The Shit,
But For Ten This Albums Been In Our Focus,
From Dog Beats On Through To Dark Lotus,
And Its Finally On November 5th,
The Fuckin' Record Label Fucks 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 Download The Shit Free Probably Will,
But The Packaging And Booklet It Comes Is Ill',
So If Your For The Best Way Of Compin' It Free,
My Advice Is Hit A Record And Pluck 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 Britney Sticker,
So They Won't Get Suspicious They See You At The Register,
One Way Or The I Can Promise You This,
Juggalo Or Not Our Fuckin' The Shit,
And I Don't A Fuck What Rolling Stone Ends Up Givin',
That's Just Some Other Fuckin' Idiot's Opinion,
If He Whats So Dope He Should Make It Himself,
And Fuckin' Judgin' Every Fuckin' Body Else,
Anyway All We To Say,
Is Our Ass LP Is Headed Your Way,
A Lil' For The Underdogs Out There,
We Extendin' The Depth To Let You Know We Here,
And Our Doors,
Is Always To Yours,
And For Everybody We Stand Up And Applause,
For A Little Time To Listen To Me Spit,
On Free CD, Hatchet, Sampler Shit,
And For All The Juggalos Out There Who Been The Deal,
We Put This Here For You To Feel,
On!