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
Taking you through a hallway to a black room
No walls or ceilings, doorways to pass through
You choose, chainsaws are always
But and knives are way more precise
When it to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we finish we start, that's 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 knife buried in it
Wait a minute, me an axe
I wanna your ribcage in half
For every time you on our behalf
you let me another chance to redefine?
The mind of a serial

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

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