Luyện nghe bài hát Static

to an undertone.
Ears hear so clear 'cause I stuck a pencil inside my temple.
My blood escapes from outta the hole, broadcast is white from every one of my channels.
Nothin' but static remains, I ain't changed.
I just disconnected and chucked all of my away.
I'm numb now, they call me somehow.
I chose myself as a target to unleash and take all the out on.
So I'm the of my own wicked torment.
Spare me the tears of sorrow, I quite enjoy it.
I was never to belong.
Odd shaped pieces fit the puzzle of life society's built on.
So I sit with a hole in my head, I tried replacin information and I wound up dead.
Nothin' but static remains on my hands and my brains are leakin' out on the as I die screamin in pain.

You dealin with a person who aint got nothin to type
a motha fucka himself with the lace inside his gym shoes.
You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no where
I might be or what I got me.
You dealin with a person who could give a fuck,
of motha fucka get the stick and somebody gone get stuck.
You better watch back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
I might be or what I got me.

I'm the wrong one to test, laid hoes to rest go against me and i the nest second guess me
I'm pushin pause on your like your stopped at a light
I'm in like a thief in the night to cause murder (nah man dont hurt her)
man you soundin like bitch get a grip to her necks slit
watch the blood drip it forms a puddle by the side of and now it hit you that
shes dead in a rage you lunge at me but my blade cuts a hole in lunge your grabbin at me
but both yall are done I'm the one nobody though ever do something
so grucium to the point where people call it a rumor that never caught me till day
the spirits still haunt me in my mind is where they
I hope find out I could end it with a slit of my wrist or I could murder
mother fuckers to help me get with shit.

You dealin a person who aint got nothin to lose type
a motha fucka himself with the lace inside his gym shoes.
You better your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
I be or what I got with me.
You dealin with a person who could really a fuck,
type of motha fucka get the stick and somebody get stuck.
You better watch back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
I might be or what I got me.
Man who you with?
I got no conscience fuck the whole is how i feel
to be walk up in a crown of Gs bust off hot lead from the barrel of my gun
to the cheek now dead.
blood stains streak where they were standin body slayin section pick them up
and put in my collection.
don't start static always lookin for more watch your back when its dark and you its on

brain wave hair rise look in a killas eyes static with me
you fantisies rub the wrong way quick reflex eager to jump at fuckin anyone
and put em in i let things get to me now
I'm the one the static easy come easy go problem solved
with automatics deep breaths takin no aint necessary
cause the bein started doesn't scare me not at all

You dealin with a who aint got nothin to lose type
a motha fucka have hang himself the lace inside his gym shoes.
You better watch back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
I be or what I got with me.
You with a person who could really give a fuck,
of motha fucka get the stick and somebody gone get stuck.
You better watch your back you watch me ain't no tellin where
I might be or what I got me.