Luyện nghe bài hát Heinous

[Shaggy 2
I 1, (ahh) 2, (ahh) across the creaky floor
Spill some blood then I'm out the back door
Takin' little trinkets, fingernails and of skin
It's all for my rituals of cold milk mixed gin
Stir it gulp it down my eyes roll back
I'm chasin' that but it's more like a hatchet attack
I'm peekin' through windows pickin' out the next one
My fingers dig into her throat what I done

[Jamie
I sleep on a bed of sharpened and toss and turn until I bleed
I eat from the bread of life a thousand ghosts alive in me
Wickedly I'm everything I do is odious
I'm tired of the normalcy total my focus
I notice that the knife wounds are out a name
To the average mother I can be a little extreme
So I take the bloody and then light it for the emphasis
Try to call me sick but I'm seein' a horror

So you wanna this ya'll
right
And you murder them
That's
You take a hit of this ya'll
Why? they're dead they're not comin' back

Ya Dead Homie:]
Death is imminent you on the other end
With ya skull beaten by the wrong side of the ping (hammer)
Blood out from the split up to my ankles in it
All over and grip and so it slips
Discarded for the use of a rusty
To the horror of the who is forever scarred
The terror I is often described as heinous
My history about it spreads out to leave nameless

[Monoxide
Now ya shell from all the blood that ya saw
Stainin' the walls and surround you and it spreads to the halls
even drippin' from the ceiling inside
You get feeling that the criminal's still creepin'
because I'm right behind you
Groin to gullet from your stomach to mullet
ya clean like cantaloupe and let ya neighbors know what done it
America's wanted for crimes against humanity
and the evil is formin the insanity

So you wanna murder this
That's
And you murder them
That's
You take a hit of this ya'll
Why? they're dead they're not comin' back

So you wanna murder ya'll
That's
And you wanna them
That's
ooo ooo
Why? Once they're dead they're not back

J:]
The shit you callin' wicked is for and cheerleaders
This heinous shit right is for demonous flesh eaters
It's rainin' in my bedroom a wet and bloody red
Snakes slither through my earholes in and out of my
Got dent in back a violent panick attack
Skitsofrantic and demonaclly I'm depressed
I'll stick an axe in yo
I'll kick some in yo neck
beat you into chunks like you was in a plane wreck heinously

So you murder this ya'll
right
And you murder them
right
You should take a hit of this
Why? Once they're they're not comin' back

So you wanna this ya'll
That's
And you murder them
That's
ooo ooo
Why? they're dead they're not comin' back
ooo ooo

ooo ooo
Once they're dead they're not back
ooo ooo

ooo ooo
Once they're dead they're not comin'