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Hallo! Ik ben Lirkit!

Ik heb veel manieren geprobeerd om Engelse woorden te onthouden en vond de meest effectieve voor mij!

We hebben alle woorden van de liedjes die we ons hele leven hebben gehoord al in ons geheugen. We hebben er simpelweg geen aandacht aan besteed, maar we horen ze allemaal al!

Ik merkte dat wanneer je een nieuw woord leert uit een liedje dat je al eerder hebt gehoord, je de vertaling van dit woord al voor altijd kent en je het nooit zult vergeten!

Deze methode wil ik met je delen. Het schema is dus als volgt.

We vinden liedjes die we al gehoord hebben.

We voegen alle onbekende woorden ervan toe.

We slagen voor minitests van geheugenspellen. klaar

Nu je veel woorden kent, zul je heel snel de hele taal leren kennen!

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Masturbating Death

 

Masturbating Death

(album: To Whom It May Consume - 1999)


[Danny Boone:]
I saw you... masturbating death
I saw you... masturbating death

[Brooks Buford:]
Mightless generation will blow
We'll shift the crust off this whole God forsaken nation
Assault formation, war gives me elation, plate tectonics
I will mate with embryonic demonic electronics
Fertilized with micro-phonic sonnets
Symbolizing the system of serendipity
I killed the ATF but the not the deputy
For equity, equivalent to Ecuador
It's war when I become the matador
With an equation equivocal to Calculus four
And I'm equestrian because I be ridin
Dropping my beam down to the mantle
Can't hold a candle to what I've handled
And vaporized my protons paralyzing like scoliosis
Scheming with schematics for diagnosis
Schooled in the western hemisphere
On why God put me here to never live in fear
And drear and violate your wacky ears
I love only the high notes, no time for goodbyes
From creamy thighs and phony guys
Giving my broken heart black eyes and I...

[Danny Boone:]
I saw you... masturbating death
I saw you... masturbating death

Or at least obesity, blessed by the deity check
You like correct answers on a test I get it off my chest
I'm dynamic, damage for phalanges round 9
Inches and watch you flinch
Sublime rhyme, climb like vines and spines
And intertwined with minds
Sapping serenity with rapping
Impaling your cerebellum cracking
Your cranium attacking minimal animal instincts
Hard to get out like herringbone kinks
Blurry while blank like strong drinks in a hurry
Making money like Brinks off verbals, hotter than curry
The enormity of non-conformity is irony
Depth of your perception ain't deep enough, no retiring me
Rhymers with lima bean brains rely on profane phonetics
My energy's kinetic, shit stained your Hanes when I said it
Upstate, I'm infallible emphatic with static or be deleted
It's automatic so he needed a peer...

I saw you... masturbating death
I saw you... masturbating death

[Steaknife:]
Driving molecules through hair follicles to crazy hospitals
And I don't mind is what I said inside your optical
Playing you like obstacles, blessings I'm taking it famous
From out the solar system on your Saturn's up Uranus
My skills go from his heart instead up to his nerve, tickling climax
With capitals of stacks making moves like news through facts
I am the shit dropping through the bowels of insanity into the commode of life
Biting smiles off of clowns so I can taste for once something nice cause

[Brooks Buford:]
Depression is my mama alcoholism's my father

Balance my world of sick and detox from Heroin my trusted girl, I don't give a damn
When I give a damn I only give a damn when I don't give a damn, comprehend
This whole planet is played, all that you think is something is really nothing
So why am I still here in this atmosphere, I don't know I guess I'm fronting

[Danny Boone:]
I saw you... masturbating death
I saw you... masturbating death

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Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?