Luyện nghe bài hát Simple And Blunt

(Grunts)
It Out

Another Sampler,
I Won't Front,
I'll Fuckin' Tell You All Our Shit Simple And Blunt,
And If You The Time To Listen As I Run This Down,
Maybe You Even Dig Our Shit And Understand The Wickid Clown,
We Forever Underground Up On The Suface,
They've Always Said We Talentless Of Shit And Worthless,
Yet,
As Im This Down,
I Glance At The Wall And I Don't Know How,
But We Got Two Platinum Albums And Another Gold,
And We Never Used MTV We Up The Back Road,
And A Fan Base That Said Behind The Clown,
That They'd Tear Your City In Half to Show They Down,
See But Thats 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 Cause We Been Through The Types Of Pain,
I Mean ICP Rap About The Money We Get,
Cause Half The So Broke They Stealin' Our Shit,
And Don't Wanna Hear About Us Pushin' A Benze,
When They Takin' Greyhounds Just To Get To Gatherins',

(We Likes It Wickid, We It Wickid)

We Like Cartoon 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 Seriously Ain't You The Bit Curious,
Up With This Underground World, We Gettin Furious,
Just This Sampler Your Bumpin' Right Now,
Might Be Your Callin' To Our Carnival Ground,
Tell Me This Fucker Trully,
How You
Ever Get The Maybe Do A Little Wig Splittin?
Ever Been The Kid Picked For A Team?
Ever Have Mutha Fuckas And Shit On Your Dreams?
Do You Have Ideas And To Say?
Only Ain't Nobody Ever Got They Ears Pointed Way,
Ever Been Fucked With Like This And Like That And Go With Crazy Thoughts Like Cuttin' They Neck?
Might Find And Escape In Band The World Hate,
Cause We Gettin' Shit On Homie We Can Relate,
Ain't Nobody Hear Any Hollywood Stars,
Attendin VIP Parties At High Bars,
But If We Ain't Your Cup Of Tea Then Just Don't Fuck Me,
I The Fuck Out The Fact You Stuck There With Me,
And Listened On Why I Tried To Ourselves,

(Cause The Hustlin' For Some 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 The Sixth Joker's Card,
And The Juggalo Been Waitin' Long And Hard,
So We It All, We Won't Play You A Lick,
Thats Why They Got Me On Rappin' Bout' The Shit,
But For Ten This Albums Been In Our Focus,
Everything From Dog Beats On Through To Lotus,
And Its Droppin' On November 5th,
Unless The Record Label Fucks Up The Shit,
Plan Is Thats The Day That The We Can Do Will Be Put In The Stores And Delivered To You,
Or You Can Download The Free Most Probably Will,
But The Packaging And Booklet It With Is Ill',
So If Your Lookin' For The Way Of Compin' It Free,
My Advice Is Hit A Store And Pluck The CD,
Get You The Booklet, And Get You The Disc,
And Leave All The With The Cover And Shit,
And Then But Somthin' Cheap 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 Record's The Shit,
And I Don't Give A Fuck What Stone Ends Up Givin',
Cause Just Some Other Fuckin' Idiot's Opinion,
If He Knows Whats So Dope He Should It Himself,
And Quit Fuckin' Judgin' Every Fuckin' Else,
All We Tryin' To Say,
Is Our Bomb Ass LP Is Headed Way,
A Lil' Somethin' For The Out There,
We Extendin' The Depth To Let You 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 This CD, Hatchet, Sampler Shit,
And For All The Juggalos Out Who Been Know The Deal,
We Put This Here For You To Feel,
On!