Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

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

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

That's you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies found
And they jump on your back your ribs crack
Toss you in the and push you down the deli tracks
and twisting, rolling and bumping
The fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can make it out
"Bitch, you ain't in my electric funhouse"

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

"Come here, boy
My head is spinning 360
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"

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a joker's
Sorry, bitch, the of the draw
Violent J's gonna to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
that motherfucker off to the next room
Crash through the doors on the windy spinny
a loop-de-loop and into a big nail
Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head, is he

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

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