Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa attracts you?
And makes this that you can sharpen an axe to
you back through a hallway to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just doorways to pass
You choose: chainsaws are nice
But razorblades and knives are way precise
When it comes to cutting, this shit is an art
And we finish what we start, that's what us apart
other mother fuckers, not saying no names
But other mother fuckers (They ain't family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
how sick do you get
When you see a chest a butcher knife buried in it
a minute, gimme an axe
I smash your ribcage in half
For every time you on our behalf
Will you let me chance to redefine
The mind of a killa
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind like
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
2: (Monoxide Child)
Could it be the blood? Maybe the blood you like
Or maybe it's my disregard for life
Most people are afraid to it
But not me
I keep it old school like a mink
blade, at least 12 inches
With the tipped cracked off from too many bitches
I'm digging ditches with a mental state
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And to god I don't split you in half like train tracks
I can't it, so I just put it in my music
And other killas can use it
Don't confuse it the same old game
Cause the shit that I could put a glitch in your mainframe
to the bone I am
And you can me in the dark if you think I'm playing, what!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech & Jamie Madrox)
Who's the real
Who's the fucka ya love and I hate
But in the midst will fuck with real
ya bitch. We'll jock. You'll trip.
We'll shock with cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my
Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to gangrene
Killa killa, the realla, banana I feela
Nigga with a millimeter with the infrared
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate your
Ain't no being mad at me, the shit ain't worth it
I said I was a serial killa, not
It's not my fault I can't be trusted
And people like me all disgusting
Some will slit necks and into crushing
And killing over next to nothing mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
looped outta my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)