Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa attracts you?
And makes this music you can sharpen an axe to
you back through a hallway to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose: chainsaws are nice
But and knives are way more precise
When it to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we finish what we start, that's separates us apart
From other mother fuckers, not no names
But them mother fuckers (They ain't family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
Well how do you get
you see a chest without a butcher knife buried in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna smash your ribcage in
For every you laughed on our behalf
Will you let me another to redefine
The mind of a killa
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
2: (Monoxide Child)
Could it be the Maybe it's the blood you like
Or maybe my blatant disregard for life
Most are afraid to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school like a coat
Rusty blade, at 12 inches
With the cracked off from stabbin' too many bitches
I'm digging with a mental mind state
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And to god I don't split you in half like train tracks
I can't control it, so I just put it in my
And hopefully killas can use it
Don't confuse it with the old game
Cause the shit that I kick could put a in your mainframe
Wicked to the I am
And you can meet me in the if you think I'm playing, what!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
looped outta my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech & Jamie Madrox)
Who's the real
Who's the mother fucka ya and I hate
But in the midst will fuck real millas
Trust ya bitch. jock. You'll trip.
shock with pistol cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my
With I'm rapping, we set to gangrene
Killa killa, the realla, fanna I feela
Nigga with a millimeter with the infrared
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate anatomy
Ain't no being mad at me, the shit even worth it
I I was a serial killa, not perfect
It's not my fault that I can't be
And like me aren't all disgusting
Some will slit necks and into crushing
And killing over next to nothing mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind like
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)