Luyện nghe bài hát Sing It, Shitface

Donavexx, lyrical asshole, taking shitty MC tongue, to the frozen
I fart at family functions, landin punches, in the face of
I a grand and three hundred for my beat machine
My body, I keeps it clean, by vegetables
you claim indestructible
I made em uncomfortable
By talking some hemorrhoids and how my parakeets unemployed
I enjoyed, watching old men put Pennzoil their engines,
eating cookies kept in tinfoil
I been spoiled like the thats been soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone kits
Most kids dome-less,
I wonder their folks did to make em think they flow swift broken focus
Folk hymns are sung while my guitar is strung, and then plucked, to a hip hop
tense up
Sure its 10 bucks to come and see me at a
But when I stage-dive into you wont care about the dough
But if you still think my shit is youll get your money back
And then leave the show and run into two men in funny hats
Theyll beat the fuck outta you, take your wallet out your pocket
After that swell up in the eye sockets
I finish my show and go to the parking lot
And meet the two men, who then, put your loot in my
I tried myself, but that didnt work
After I realized that God was watching a hidden smirk
I shit a turd that stunk the house for weekends
Instead of R&B bitches, I do my hooks with kids!

[chorus] Japanese kids

Edan: So it shitface!

Ooh, I love farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at
On the road, in your unload, in your eyeball
Fart while walking on the sidewalk, after
To the point you Lysol, despite all the things
That the people might say, I grab my genitals and tell em Have a day
The right way, to grab a mic is constantly
By me, and the MC that knows that he's unlimited, its
like water splashing on the lines
Then I go to meetings
And on the board I post rhymes, most times
give a fuck bout what you telling me
I get and crash a third grade spelling bee
and as a girl named Bethany is about to win by spelling cheese
I interrupt the of thought by yelling Freeze!
And when she sees that I am nothing but a
she the teacher, but I proceed to go
And her for her title, of third grade vocabulary champion
she to cry, I say: that's what you get for tampering
with the wordsmith, with the gift
The principal got nervous, when I ran into his shirtless
the purpose of terrorizing elementary schools?
I don't know, but I penetrate brain with entry tools
Narratives the battle-tongue
My record collection of twenty two copies of Aqualung
Half a lung is what I need to rock the
I then do some Herculean on the wheels to cold end you
Got the versatility of ten dudes, next up my little friend
Serves up a chorus the menu

[chorus] kids singing

So it scumbug, yeahhhh
This is Donavexx, a.k.a.
Signing off,