Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

(Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a killa that attracts you?
And this music that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a hallway to a room
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose, chainsaws are always
But and knives are way more precise
it comes to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we finish what we start, what separates us apart
From other motherfuckers, not no names
But other motherfuckers (Ain't family)
And they say I'm sick, too
Well how sick do you
When you see a chest without a butcher knife in it
Wait a minute, me an axe
I wanna smash your ribcage in
For time you laughed on our behalf
Will you let me another chance to
The mind of a serial

(Chorus x2)
Serial
K I L A
Fruit looped out of my like Godzilla (Kill)
killa (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
Serial (Killa, Killa)

(Monoxide Child)
Could it be the blood? Maybe the blood you like
Or maybe it's my blatant disregard for
Most people are to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school a mink coat
Rusty blade, at 12 inches
With the tipped cracked off stabbing to many bitches
I'm ditches with a mental mind state
Just get up and get vicious a dark place
Throw ya on the head of my axe
And pray to God I don't split you in half like train
I can't control it, so I just put it in my
And hopefully other can use it
Don't confuse it the same old game
Cause the shit that I kick