Luyện nghe bài hát Taking My Ball

It feels so wrong it feel so right
But alright, it's okay with me
I'll do my all by myself
I don't need to play with me

But if you just give me a
I can put you in a trance, the way I
But don't nobody wanna with me
So I'm taking my and going home, home

I'm guy, man, shove a dime up in my hind end
And crush it with my butt muscles I cut vocals
Slut holes in your shirt, jump in mud puddles
While I stomp mud holes in your ass, girl, now cuddle

Blood curdling, you're gurgling in on your blood
I do for my next trick, I'm wonderful
I think I might just do something a less subtle
Shove a fucking Tonka truck up a little kids hole

Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash
Of the Valentine Day massacre slash
I slash her in the ass with an icicle and her lay in a blood bath
While I put a catheter in and in the bath with her

In my Man mask, man, just imagine
The fun I can with a strap on
Stick up a Kim ass
And make the run a triathlon

Are those pistachios? Damn I'd to have some
Laying on the patio, man a fat one
drop the magic marker, put the cap on
Goddamn man, are you much of an asshole

It feels so wrong 'cause it so right
But alright, it's okay with me
do my steps all by myself
I need nobody to play with me

But if you just give me a
I can put you in a trance, the way I
But don't nobody play with me
So I'm my ball and going home, home

I'm like Houdini, my teeny, eenie, weenie between each
One of my thighs and make it disappear a genie
Make this shit disappear Tara Reid in a bikini
Believe me, homie, you don't know the meaning of a

They call me the fruit from Jupiter, I'm tryna maneuver
The hoover up in your shoot, don't move or ya
Might get it stuck up so fuckin' far up in uvula
You ain't gonna know what he was do to your gluteus

Totally tubular, sniffin' through a tube in the studio
Now who do ya think is fruitier?
Weeny smothered in peanut butter pudding on the tube of
Eye shadow and that'd nice, you shoulda seen it, mother

I I'll put a piece of art on my Visa card
Then I'll go beat Mischa Barton a pleasin' art
Then mosey on over to O'Donnell's with McDonald's
Jump in her lap and the Sopranos.

It feels so wrong it feel so right
But it's alright, okay with me
do my steps all by myself
I don't nobody to play with me

But if you give me a chance
I can put you in a trance, the way I
But don't wanna play with me
So I'm taking my and going home, home

Shady, are ya doin' chewin' on a human?
Grab an aluminum bat, can't hide a in the back
Boom and the fact that that dude's in the back room
Usin' the bathroom, a raccoon

a rat, a cat, screwin' a baboon
You shouldn't ask, what is he doin' with that
You should be glad he ain't leave you full of wounds
You in a trance, I'm doing my dance, ooh

But afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair and
her wear a bathin' suit and take her parasailin'
Shady, why do you gotta on the lady for?
Why you make her 84 bed time stories to you in baby talk?

'Cause I'm scared, there's monsters my bed
Kelly Pickler hid my box under my bassinet
No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper to be changed
You like graffiti, dike? Well, I can and write your name

It feels so wrong 'cause it so right
But alright, it's okay with me
I'll do my all by myself
I don't nobody to play with me

But if you give me a chance
I can put you in a trance, the way I
But don't nobody play with me
So I'm my ball and going home, home

Fine, wants to play with me?
you then, bitch
Guys, always mean to me anyways
All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and
You guys are gon' me, make me sad
Bad, I'm gonna cry, I'm
I'm tell my mom
Mom