Luyện nghe bài hát Ridiculoid

Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
My not right [check one]
My life's not right [check
My life's not [check three]
Are you

[El-P] (you know was supposed to be for my album though...?)
[Vast (oh... whateva)
(its ok...)

When I send a sickness (ease down) soldiers
fallin in with flying
and bad of landmines
that remind me of the of slow jams
I pull a glock or fiver murder the by numbers
I was nursed by the biggest of
and had the volcanic cap
that the have attached to his dead mother
now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted
images of *boy scouts* getting whipped
electronic fold
the television is the one that talks out loud to you
the plug is corroded out
and they say productivity is up this month but I've my passion
sick of waiting in for my weekly chocolate ration
its bad health and industrial
never by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
this addiction is more
I walk door to door Mormon style my sick tantrums
because I wasn't handsome
now that my life's complete with a capacity to push buttons
with beats have to be registered
as sex offenders to the public
exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
Binge and purge, we live in thirty second
and if consumers existing we'd forget how to use words
just eat each other til the next *ice age* occurs
or at the source awards scratchin our heads "what happened??"
if the kids would've that you all lost if you just ask them
out to plant that sits and looks pretty
to attract curious intersection when in the city
below any self-respecting actress in a german schiester film
who gobbled doggie and human feces
my fingers tap buttons with sanctified
from heart scan to pulse
this a voice from a dead dimension astral projection
the sluggish rugged discuss bunk that
Acme lab rat escape breathing through the heating vents
I'll try to come back for my family before the poison commence
but if I exhaust God's patience on *someone* better take my place nigga
'em it's the love that got me this far
and in my dreams I see their faces and...

Murderers is like that clap sandals
hand off tools and I can't stand on two
amped off wheelie with my ancle bruised
on the block silly with a mint
watch ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
me trying to wop vetti
with the longness and
til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the often
in a realm tryin to find cells
strapped like a with raps that'll off kids mad hi
got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in
into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins
to get that spittin ?charm? tryin to get it on
and spit a thorn that'll split a form in studyin math
light 'dro Eaton's love with ash
spit bats stick to DAT's
sip snapples and twist off when you fuckin with the sickest cats

Aire]
Yo
My not right [check one]
My not right [check two]
My not right [check three]
Are you

See I
fist
metal

came out the womb of a phoenix nothin less
a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train
the galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the
heard my verse, nothin the same*.
I leave your mouth when you're standin
(the word's the midget) esophagus is the
cipher the upper hand on overstandin watch the landin
believe it or not I'm on air
last of America's heroes here to the circle
I still remember the of Coleco
a daily but I hold onto the vision
hip hop at it's best when it lacked
and everybody wasn't an
you know where the flows be and if you check the slowly
you'll find out cats is unseen Jarobi
and most likely openin doors with the
if it's a Mikey, they'll eat
but hack or crush anything
not stars from the songs we sing this shit's