Luyện nghe bài hát P.E. Squad/Doodoo Chasers

The is a toll free toilet
Our mouths assholes
And speaking
We're in a of mental diarrhea
Talking a mile a minute

Or in a state of notions
think of nothin' but shit
And in this world of futures
memories and constipated 19 now nows
Emerges from the of your head

The doo doo
The
The prune of the mind
The doo doo

of roto rooter
Bringing you music to get shit together
By the in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that word again Promental?)

A musical bowel
Designed to rid you of moral
bullshit
Crazy
Mental

They call us the
One swipe a wipe
(Go it, fellas)

And what all of this shit?
What is the of food for thought?

Images bags

Me with I sauce on it
Me with I sauce on it
A myself sandwich, a burger hamburger
And a glass of constricted
Out to lunch with meat

The of being eaten by the sandwich
The
The doo doo
Friends of rooter
Music to clean your by

Low logic
Muscle
Skinny

the calories of your thoughts
Funk, Confucius
Like Chinese
and sour bowel movements

And in this of stinky memories
Shitty futures, 19 now nows
Like the prune of the mind
The in the tidy bowl of your brain
Bringing you music to clean shit by

Funk, the
The mental bowel movement

One swipe a clean
And with no extra

A trend
A enema
Holy
(Let me try one crap)

doo doo
Helping you get shit together

Backstage at a Funkadelic
We you the doo doo chasers
(Which one is Clinton?)
Out to lunch with lunch meat, again

The fear of being eaten by a

Where lunch is a nice of day
At least a week

Fried Ice is a reality
(Which one is Clinton?)

Fried Ice is a reality
Guess coming to lunch
I'm not pay for this lunch, man

Ice Cream is a reality
Fried Ice is a reality
Fried Ice Cream is a