Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

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

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

(Monoxide Child)
it be the blood? Maybe it's the blood you like
Or it's my blatant disregard for life
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 from stabbing to bitches
I'm digging ditches with a mental mind
Just get up and get vicious within a place
Throw ya on the head of my axe
And pray to God I split you in half like train tracks
I can't control it, so I put it in my music
And other killas can use it
Don't confuse it the same old game
Cause the shit that I kick