Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
Having creepy visions of whiskey
And envisioning sneaking where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her she's decals
But when murdering
pay attention to these details or you could be derailed
Better at least three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because your
Be all up her fingernails
Man, he you, I don't think he cares
He a fuck, even his pinky swears
Three personalities burstin' out of me, please
Her TV blares, hear the creaking stairs
She's in no underwear, she's completely bare
Turns around and screams, I distinctly
I "I'm here to do sink repairs"
Chop her up, put her parts
In front of Steven trailer and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know what looks like, officers
Please just me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't murdered
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so He's
Got to do with me
I'm almost I was framed

Woke up, it was dawn, knew somethin' was wrong
Think I'm becomin' a monster 'cause of the that I'm on
Donald Duck's on, there's a Truck in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is Trump in the trunk of my car?
Gotta get to the of it to try to solve it
Must go and beyond, 'cause it's incumbent upon me
Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' twirler that got dumped in the pond
murder with no recollection of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, out sections from it
Memory's too fucked to remember, destructive
Cut my public defender's then stuck him up in a blender
Another dismembered discovered this winter probably
I disassembled the body
Was covered up in the snow since the of November oddly
I'm for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably wanna pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I what this looks like, officers
Please just me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't nobody
I know words are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How come your shirt is so
a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

Still on the loose,
me inside McDonald's Tuesday
In a Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a chase
Just escaped from the pen
For [edited] eight who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
When I break in basement
Under your baby's play pen, I lay in, adjacent
the door, remainin' patient while stayin' complacent
Blatant sexual implications are continuin' to get
Insinuations are placed in little and poems
on your pillow in hopes, that when you get home
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder
In a verse and be charged with degree
it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger King
No, officer, you see...

I was
I what this looks like, officers
just give me one minute
I think I can
I ain't nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How come your is so bloody?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got to do with me
I'm almost I was framed