Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

"music might sound and beautiful. You might feel disembodied,..
boundless, spinning helplessly space..."

[Jamie
me,
the one you see in dreams
or sinner,
the message is embedded in the
Ugly as might come
Raised from the and scum
and to be no one

me,
straight up out my tree and out my
In the alley, with a gat looking to bash head wit it
Watch your blood drain outcha skull onto the
And ya to my grave where you will never be found

[Jamie
me,
Not a fuck again
unstoppable and crazy I don't to pretend
Not Rocky, but I'm sure to rock skull
Drink saki, when I'm monkey paw

me,
kids call me Cousin
Cause my slugga by my side on the daily,
It to me
It tells me who to on (ride on)
We are a team and it's your we decide on (C'mon)

You you know me
And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end they all wannabe (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Child]
me
Standin' in a puddle of
Smokin' a fat ass cuttin' it up like WHUT??
Feelin' really lonely, and all my homies are
At least that's what the in my head
said

HEY!!

[Shaggy 2
That's me all up in your mug get it punched.
Knock (who There?), now ya lips all fucked up.
When I stop my rims too.
i peel back out on ya face ya motha fucka you.

That's Me, crazy, and I'm fucked up and, I got a hostage and the
are just me mad.
Negotiations fell through watch it on the because i shot that
motha fucka right in view.
2 dope]
That's me, What bitch? You got to say?
Why my always got you teeth prints all up in em? (ooo)
I skin em. Why ya face so
Little duct tape on the and I'm back the fuck up.

You you know me
And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end they all down (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

[Anybody
That's me right you, Mad as hell, Nose flarin.
Makin all those strange sounds, in ya starin.
Knockin over cans, breakin 40 bottles.
Villian from the streets, I'm a ghetto model.

J]
That's me in a wig, swingin a machete.
Pig blood on my to bring the party like confetti.
That's me spittin wicked shit, fuck
I throw in the crowd and have em runnin for the door.
[Anybody
That's me, that's you shoulda known a little better.
I be motha fuckas for whatever, whenever.
Spinkle dust from the dead ya favorite drink.
Then sit and laugh and watch that fat ass head shrink.

J]
That's me, the pussy popper, neck chopper.
Swingin blades a helicopter. Murder alotta.
That's me and I'm down for the Lotus.
Like a I hit the vocal booth and blow this (shit the fuck up.... so shut the fuck up.)

You think you me
And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end they all down (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)