Luyện nghe bài hát The Sitcom Really Really Isn't All That Real

Hey Mom, hey Dad, I'm
Look, Hunny, it's our mistake!
Come mommie a hug, but be careful, I'm on the rag!
Mmm, slushies for everyone!
Haha, how was your

For it sucked ass 'cause my boss is a dickhead
God handed out sticks and me the shit-end
Ridden with hoes, no like one's spittin'
Got two right on my neck, three and on my dick-end
Clock tickin', sickin' and stickin' these inside of a beat
When really nobody's
trash, Johnny No-Cash
Tried to sell weed but thugs slapped me and took my

*Son, with the shitface?
Golly fuck, Dad, heroin are through the roof
and my allowance won't cut it anymore. I'm jonesin' for a hit!
Try your body, like Mom does!*

The local outcast with a rash on my inner
Tryin' to outrun these who all want me to die
Waitin' for some rappers to die so maybe I can get a
a song about makin' bitches dance
I hope all the close
'Cause so many trapped in one building
Should burn like great white
And all our is to pose a threat
Try to change rap music hopes and I forget

The ain't real, what it's about
Money's for gangstas not high dropouts
My life never resembled an episode of Full
You stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til lungs come out
The sitcom real, what it's about
for gangstas not high school dropouts
I get so frustrated the in my forehead pops out
I'm more dead dead people buried and forgotten about

I need to borrow $300
$300? for, son?
Well, I got Jenny up again!
Son, did I ever tell you about your mother and the

Clout? Nope, none of
America hates me Yasur Arafat
You fuckers that
I feel obligated to tell you in the past
Oh yes, I
Now shit is different, now I'm
Most of these so called MCs is and outdated
New dawn, and a red one
The only rapper to me is a dead one

*Golly, Dad, is it ever O.K. to hit a
Son, in my day, it wasn't to hit a woman.
But now that equal rights have been established, you that cunt!
And kick her while down!*

Nah, I'm just fuckin' around, I know I bitter
I grew up in a town where kids say "What up, nigga?"
When all wanna be, it's ironic to me that that's what I get called
Just 'cause I wanna up on a beat
So fuck all you assholes, present and future
a young thug fires at me, misses and shoots ya
I wouldn't lie, man, I the truth to ya
There's no tellin' what this town'll do to ya

The sitcom ain't real, it's about
Money's for gangstas not school dropouts
My life never resembled an of Full House
You stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs out
The sitcom ain't real, it's about
for gangstas not high school dropouts
I get so the vein in my forehead pops out
I'm dead than dead people buried and forgotten about

Most of you assholes all think you
99% of you's are fuckin' fake, ain't
That's why I ya's
Verbal Heaven's gate a fuckin' hole in my head, insert a metal plate
I feel empty, kinda
When this shit I'ma get my fuckin' ass kicked
But O.K. with me, I'd die for the cause
'Cause my purpose in life is to fuck with ya'lls
I hate your fuckin' guts 'cause my record got bumped
You went double-platinum, I went
A rugrat, you'd be pissed too suckin' a dubbed track
What the fuck you do?

*Gee whillikers Dad, it ever get any easier?
Son, if there's one thing learned it's this:
We're all gonna live and die in this shitty, town* (He's right)

And the funny thing is, he is right. I bid you
from Town, America, folks. Get home safe,
ladies and gentlemen. your girlfriends tight,
and pretend not to notice their taste like your best friends dick.
'Cause in the end you're just a small town of shit. Smile!
Until next time folks, it's Weerd Science. off.