Luyện nghe bài hát Skitzo

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Yea, Im throwing Ds on the
Riding through Decatur, nigga, verb zacarat
You a fucking lier faggot never a crumb of crack
Bash fucking window and I drag out you pontiac
Tell mom the zombies back
Fucking
Gag a and shove her in the dryer at the laundry-mat
Cokehead insomniac, sipping on some
Dude this fucking sucks, I want my fucking money back
Disadvantage, Im schizophrenic, these bitches
Dickin' Janice, Im popping and speaking Spanish
Na la cum la la cum pla, I say a word
A fucking nerd, Im riding dirty with the
I am awkward, Im cough syrup
Im as a martian in a flying saucer
up to 808 Blake and Mike Whalberg
I punch through the sheet rock and the wall hurt
Teen wolf, I claw a dress and off her
Just got a new and the seats is all fur
My brain's fried, hearts gone and my balls
I grab the nine to forty-five and let em all
Mr. Benton, bitches say sick of him
Im up at Micky Ds, I get an English
You hang around all pigs like you
I shove a freakin prick inside a brick oven
You niggas fake mall cop, Paul Blart
I run you over the shopping cart in Wal-Mart
Hop out the Subaru, huffing a tube of
Your girl ring my dick just like a hula hoop
Manuever through the city in a bullet proof
Im strong enough to rip a fucking up off a coupe
You wanna play
I you off the roof and run down and catch you
Tell niggas jarren that got the juice
Somebody the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. Roof
Im so out of my fucking rocker any fucking doc do
I let the choppers loose and then I smoke a or two
And spend a grand on a one-legged prostitute

Yea Im going hard nigga, baked
Big said more money, more hate
I blow a couple recs, just took an of coke
Now let me you what it means to be skitzo
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Doctor call Brad Murray, Im known to kill mics
I meet you in your nightmares, and bash you a steel pipe
Somebody must have laced this heroin I dont feel right
Just bought my wife a set of Martha Stewart steel knives
Hey, Im fucking to you dickhead!
Jarren, he's dead he cannot hear you,
every city strips and grabbing every pretty tits
Y'all niggas hookie, Mister Benton's really sick
Leave it to Beaver, Im leaving with
With this meat to his neck
And Im him eat ether
a bitch in the face cause shes a dick teaser
Did a song with Satan and thats a sick
Im not a being, Im a sick creature
Run in every church to murder sick preacher
Stomping a to a seizure, smoking every spliff of reefer
A bully throwing off the top bleacher
Fucking skitzo, eat the of pistols
I can shit a hand grenade and out a missile
Lets play Operation, I want to see blood
Lets make it real official, this saw will cut through a
Im so extraordinary inside the mortuary
Wake inside the cemetery, dig up every thats buried
is so unnecessary, voices in my head, thats scary
Sick of being crazy, God I to be ordinary!
[Chorus]Yea Im going nigga, honey baked
Big said more money, more hate
I blow a couple recs, just took an of coke
Now let me show you what it means to be a
Talking]
Yo Jarren, wake up dog
on, yo wake the fuck up man, come on
Come on, Yo Kato, call 911
Man I think this overdosed
Get up man, on, come on!
[Kato
Yo Jarren, Jarren yo stop stop chill!
Yo, just slappin, youre talking to yourself right now, man.
Im to study for this midterm, fuckin schitzo.