Luyện nghe bài hát For Fucks Sake

[Ed
i've to fathom all the ways in which the world is backwards,
and tackle the madness a silver hammer smash it out,
but the trouble is that my are so fucked and ugly,
that i sprint faster then the speed of sound,
outer city limits hide the of the silent crowds,
so i'm striding further till the silence is the sound,
our village idiots are playing basketball volleyballs,
and hoops at shabby bottle crates on muddy grounds,
a microcosm of the fact life is hyper-rotten,
typing in an office some bullshit tryna' make some cash,
and looking round at suits and ties at peeps resigned to spending living day living like rats and burning atlas maps,
and i fucking hate the fact that people sit and mind their own in packed establishments and feign acknowledgements of facts,
to the point where i thinking crazy thoughts along the lines of pulling guns like columbine and shooting all those fucking twats,
man i wish the planets crashed and left a habitat where peeps could actually decide what happened in their history,
but shit the sickest is the survivors of the crash will probably inspire me to still embark upon a killing spree,
my perifory is sick of seeing of these stupid beings shooting semen till the population's super high,
man i the planet cannot handle all these addicts,
soon the sky will vanish darkness all man kind is paralyzed,
a sanitized and bubble wrapped existence where the tracks,
the of the population living every day,
and tabs on scallywags like edward scissortoungue,
in search for secret code words in the that he generates,
'cause is glued to the television for days,
a of debauchery that i can not translate,
my giant lakes in flames,
my describes the ways that Mr edward scissortongue sits on it and procrastinates.

[Dirt
I day dream and escapism baby,
and maybe i may seem hate change me,
i rate being lazy and lay blazin,
a ridden shade spittin out little grape seeds,
so shout if you hate me (heeey),
i i rate being hateful on tapes to the ladies,
but i'm james and i can't really change if you me,
i'll in the shame till i'm 80,
man fuck it i'd rather some floors,
write shit rhymes, lie, try and hide my thoughts,
you can sit wise rich fucking ride horse,
i've got a shit little and a 5's a draw,
this, a bore and i'm still tryna find peace,
highly unlikely still tryna write lines in a beehive,
we lick and find sweet people me,
speak if your

[Jam
there aint like a 9 to 5,
to merc your urge,
the and times of jake emerged,
when brightons bright lights the jake burns,
the dirt and arrive on the naked earth today,
i live in a hazy blur blazed emerged and chasin a faceless skirt,
so your turn to pray for you saviour sir,
the flames'll burn for days in your church,
my brain burst if it just had the guts to,
i'd the world if i just had the funds to,
i'm hitting undo, undo, undo,
but control z worked like the drugs do,
trust who when the fucking has become you,
bun you haven't got the any more,
let me fly set a course to the sky the floor,
and i'll sore from island of violence and war,
and the sirens prized from the jaws,
of my former confinement if to conform,
then rise from your moore the kids cower hellbound,
your thoughts to a twin tower meltdown,
this is how sweat sounds dripping from a fist,
in a sandpit missing his atlantis,
thats rich coming from the of a gremlin,
man too many steps and i'm ever descending