Luyện nghe bài hát Face Melter

blaze a face melter, go fish,
itchin for a pit to put the pig in,
scalped feeder, nose bleeder, cheap seats,
to the meat sweeps sweet weak freaks,
up?
grip clicker, smack the box fix picture,
stickle over shit, flicker in the plasma,
the latch key was obtained in the savage years,
where he learned the binding of a wire hanger to ears,
pixel that leaked dead over the carpet,
had to be spit shinned and before the ford duster parketh,
when marched in, wrapped the broccoli in the napkin,
for your electric paradesio after the crashes,
and i'm on ion jitters,call it a prime directive of the damned,
who grew to sleep easy to noise,
the humming of the machinary running towards crawl,
retardation larvey plugged into the wall,
the little short circuit the still born vibe,
the villagers circled and determand "it is alive",
shipped to bell view eyes fuzzy funny,
like "eagle one to squirrel whats your twenty dunny?",
i piss clumsy with head pan (sorry),
pitty the internet gotta empty the bed pan,
left hand numb from the finger to the (right!),
got tubes in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!),
at some point early when drunk on kisses,
i'd apparently notarized excusing scalp slippage (sign this),
the came on a makeshift main stage,
and to in an inoperable eight bit frame rate,
for that i made a game play, torn,
at the ministry of trying to get informed,
they'll it out and i will cease all wars,
so if you babysit a be fore warned,
i be the ultimate (ultimate), polar,
mobile medicine stocked adequate,
pockets maraccas, that will shake when he stepped,
which explains the circle of rattlesnakes he slept,
smarter the average bear, barter parts and gadget,
with battery op pardon the barking badgers,
you were parking daggers in kittens with snarling children,
i was sharking classes with for television (Click!),
gattaca days, paper scattered,
diagonal mahogony boggled the savage,
to boxed the botanically child slave labor,
clipped the perfect petal now play later,
play never, if escaped treasure,
a jewel freebie out a old geezer, no teether,
or even scrapes fester,administer gauze,
but catourized wounds if you ain't ethered the cause,
king of applause (yay!) beats the flood for ten(?),
king of newyork, alley punk perv scum,
waddle on the of the vouyer,
six four sick king sniff whores through brick,
i am so evil and mercy heaven,
allergy to he is the perfect weapon,
un- earth it and ciphened from delorian doors up,
aviator radar blip for most glorious tittie fuck,
cool green over the frame the clothes line,
crew choose fuel most, mine,
holy trinity, six, tripple x, city barrack,
for punishment super size me while you at it,
he da:
built hideous,silk of the litigant, silly wicked finick he fidgit the middle digit ish,
will he alter what he is illy to pick at every little smidgen of integraty,
as your bitch? NO,
mentions, track the moniker,
to the freight hot reaking of beans and harmonica,
dirty old man no tea cup thirsty, up skirts,
for slaps that d-cup nurse,
cackle his old gums (lewd), crass,
show the girl a trick like how he opens can food with the only he has,
she THATS FUCKIN DISGUISTING,
they call him anabolic ace for nothing, OK,
now current picture aside all anti-celebs aggro,
mast the flag pole,
dead walk sturdy, but the day i the worms,
i pull the down with me as a fuck you to the norms,
generic's so unappealing and in my opinion,
defeats a civic duty to the culture,
every topic has been covered but cookie cutter,
delivery of wit is the real culprit,
so wether street, club, battle, or other,
i find that interesting style can often out the subject,
so when the changer goes from guns to space,
it is not an attempt to credibility for the public,
But fuck it it's ace six records of gibberish right?,
he's to hard to be weird and different right? (riiiiight),
or could it just maybe be, his lessons,
can't be up in a linear set of pop culture references?,
(WOW) but why try, i'm so groggy,
the mach nine valentine for everybody,
but i say this to yall that used your fifteen of fame,
to mention my name, that minute regret is fuckin insane,
and thats a veteran pedelling free medicine,(here)
who the fouler howler (me) who the rouser,
what the happy hour the peruvian aggy powder,(tight)
trade up at the digital jesus factory outlet (bout it, it),
bout it bout it, fuck a fork cutlury, the fuckery is famous,
never wild shook but a slang that alienated a couple strangers,
held a mongoloid fanbase is alien by nature,
wars, machines hit the floor,
and the semians a gigantic "encore",
alright i'm bored, five bag of tricks,
if you me you can eat a bag of dicks, ONE