Luyện nghe bài hát Simple And Blunt

(Grunts)
It Out

Another Sampler,
I Even Front,
I'll Fuckin' Tell You All About Our Simple And Blunt,
And If You Take The To Listen As I Run This Down,
Maybe You Might Dig Our Shit And Understand The Wickid Clown,
We Forever Underground Up On The Suface,
They've Said We Talentless Peices Of Shit And Worthless,
Yet,
As Im This Down,
I Glance Over At The Wall And I Know How,
But We Got Two Platinum Albums And Another Gold,
And We Never Used MTV We Went Up The Road,
And Built A Fan Base Said Behind The Clown,
That They'd Tear Your City In Half to Show They Down,
See But Just It Though,
It A Fan Base,
Its A Family Drawn Together Like We Outer Space,
I Mean We Call Ourselves Juggalos I Guess Explains It,
We Relate Cause We Been The Same Types Of Pain,
I Mean ICP Don't Rap The Money We Get,
Cause The Juggalos So Broke They Stealin' Our Shit,
And They Don't Wanna Hear About Us A Benze,
When Takin' 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 Ajust To The Of Life,
Let Our Music Do The Killin' For You Be Alright,
And Ain't You The Least Bit Curious,
Whats Up This Underground World, We Gettin Furious,
Just Like This Your Bumpin' Right Now,
This Might Be Callin' To Our Carnival Ground,
Tell Me This Mother Trully,
How You
Ever Get The Urge Maybe Do A Wig Splittin?
Ever Been The Last Kid Picked For A
Ever Have Mutha Fuckas Come And On Your Dreams?
Do You Have And Somthin' To Say?
Ain't Nobody Ever Got They Ears Pointed Your Way,
Ever Fucked With Like This And Like That And Go Home With Crazy Thoughts Like Cuttin' They Neck?
Might Find And Escape In This The World Hate,
Cause We Gettin' Shit On Homie We Can Relate,
Ain't Hear Datin' Any Hollywood Stars,
Attendin VIP Parties At High Bars,
But If We Ain't Your Cup Of Tea Just Don't Fuck With Me,
I Respect The Fuck Out The Fact You Stuck With Me,
And Listened On Why I Tried To Ourselves,

(Cause The Hustlin' For Some Record Sales)

You Know ICP Is Fuckin Hated And Doubted,
But Our New Albums The Bomb And I Wouldn't Lie It,
We It The Wraith And It's The Sixth Joker's Card,
And The Juggalo Worlds Been Long And Hard,
So We Savin' It All, We Won't You A Lick,
Thats Why They Got Me On Rappin' Bout' The Shit,
But For Ten Years Albums Been In Our Focus,
Everything From Dog Beats On Through To Lotus,
And Its Finally Droppin' On 5th,
Unless The Fuckin' Record 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 Most 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 All The Case With The Cover 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 I Can Promise 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 Fuckin' Idiot's Opinion,
If He Knows Whats So Dope He Should It Himself,
And Quit Fuckin' Every Fuckin' Body Else,
Anyway All We To Say,
Is Our Bomb Ass LP Is Your Way,
A Somethin' For The Underdogs Out There,
We Extendin' The Depth To Let You Know We Here,
And Our Doors,
Is Always To Yours,
And For Else We Stand Up And Applause,
For Takin' A Little Time To To Me Spit,
On This CD, Hatchet, Sampler Shit,
And For All The Juggalos Out Who Been Know The Deal,
We Put Together Here For You To Feel,
On!