Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich in trouble
Car broke down on a through the ghetto
All the weird people, you get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the cutter
Straight to the cart for the spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead sittin' next to ya

Get for the carnival thrills
of cut your little faggot ass in the hills
Boom, through the into the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut your fingers off and stick 'em in your
That should show you you greedy little rich fuck
If bucking with the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two out your nose
down the hall, the room with jokeros

That's where you get by seventeen clowns
For the seventeen dead never found
And they jump on your back your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli
and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can barely it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in my funhouse"

"Help me, I'm in here, somebody let me out
Oh my God, ahh"

"Come here, boy
My head is 360 degrees
Richie, richie,
here"

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, what I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the
Ain't no way to get out the killer
Gets neck cut like a man"

a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the
Violent J's have to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that off to the next room
Crash through the doors on the spinny trail
a loop-de-loop and into a big nail
Straight through his eye and out the back of his head, is he dead?

No, 'cuz he has to go to the next
It's the of giggles because of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at people they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick mother
the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
You act like on your ass, ain't funny?
And the ride of your life gets faster
Off to the

I take my gun and blow your fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's the chicken pen
And it's a little to the bigots of the south
We take a dead chicken, shove it in your
And we it down your throat with a pitchfork
'Cuz a big gut, that's what you get for it
Now I take your sorry ass and I you out
'Cuz I don't your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, up my funhaugh