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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Insane Clown Posse

Play My Song

 

Play My Song

(album: The Tempest - 2007)


We hit the ace, ace and we love giving chase
Wicked clown got more than some pie for your face
With a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the strip
Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip
Hear the saw, saw, saw right below your jaw
You see your own head roll off the table and fall
See the puck, puck, puck flamin arrows in your truck
And one in your lung stuck, you fucked outta luck

[chorus]
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody

Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in your back
Blood down your spine, all in your ass crack
With a swing, swing, swing your throat's whistlin
The three incisions i made are fine as g-strings
It's the pat, pat, pat from behind with a bat
And splatter every crack till your whole head flat
Beat the jab, jab, jab i'll punch you in your flab
Drag you to the butcher shop and chop you into slabs

[chorus]
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody

(murder... death... war...)

Everyone of us gotta have murder and death
To remind ourselves that we still have our breath
Whether it's tasteful of disgraceful
Shit, as long as everybody get's a face full
Someo f us root for the coppers, others root for the killin
But everybody needs they murderous thrillins
Trace it back to when mankind was swinging from a tree
Murder is what we talkin about, and always will be

[chorus]
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?