Luyện nghe bài hát Space Hoes

I believe this, I get rid of those two evil maniacs
Trying to ruin my show and I get two guests
Who are trying to my show
Feh, who came up with the stupid idea of giving
Ghost the talk show in the first place?

How they his own show to Tad Ghostal?
Any second he could go mad postal
wavin' that power band space cannon
And had the nerve to jump in the face of Race

Punked out, he detonate it
Guess who just smothered whose credited editing it?
He molter, the cop out
And have no career choice, he dropped out

Since when the Wayouts Zorak
Way back he to rub his thorax in Borax
I'm not the one who him to it
If he won't admit it, I'm not hold him to it

It's all love and no hate
For all that, he really need to get his own show
Do a monologue and jest with the
Madlib switch the and walk him to the desk

With holding down the control room
Late again returning commercial
I you Doom, early, hes on BPT
Catch him on public access TV

And we're on the air with Brak, so, Brak
How you're man got a show that's so What?
Have you ever thought to with Earl Ignignat and them?
Do you got oxygen from this toxic phlegm?

Another sec, his neck caught flames
switch the screen to some hot dames
Tonights audience received big screen games
And seconds of fame, pitiful aims, it's just a shame

Zoning, competing for the same prime slot as Conan
No, dummy, Ichigawa, announcement lunch to any stunt
Who me plow her in the shower for a hour, the kids supposed
To be sleeping or else join us sound like Road Runner, beep,

Later this Big Ben Klingon
After him there's no one else we afford to bring on
it ghetto and let 'em know B Y O B from the get go

I'd like to propose a toast to the grossest
Space ho's coast to that destructor ray's a played out gag
And that and the pantsuit, looking like a straight out
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Dag, mean to sound crunchy
Hit a honey from the and crumpled up her scrunchy
A light hungry munchy
Felt a funny hunch and then she told me, "Donkey, me"

Tomorrow is Father Sarducci
MC and Charo, coochie coochie
With her new bestseller, who you call a
sponsor of the Snoochie Boochie Noochies

Look Leela eyeball to and find out
How they get inside those sugar pie
Our next guest, a real specimen
And she's starting to get a little booty, Miss Judy

So, Judy, boxers or fig leaf
As you know I wear my boxers my big
Cue the rapper, tell him to bring what he got
Up against Villy, really not diddley squat until they head hurt

When it come to wreck, cruisers them dudes
Are red shirts off Trek, ke Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy
Been B-boy, you jerks first squeezed toys
Born to be the host with the most when it's on on
ho's, coast to coast

You think I'm just gonna hand my show to you?
Doom, have you your fucking mind?
Listen, I'm not gonna my show over to you
You know Because it's my show, mine, not yours

Space Ghost, it ain't Doom coast to
Yeah, yeah, sure, here are the keys to the
Why you drive for awhile?
Yeah, America's craving some Doom, you go