Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial that attracts you?
And makes music that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a hallway to a black
No walls or ceilings, doorways to pass through
You choose: chainsaws are nice
But razorblades and are way more precise
When it comes to cutting, shit here is an art
And we what we start, that's what separates us apart
From other mother fuckers, not no names
But them other mother fuckers (They family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
Well how do you get
When you see a chest without a butcher buried in it
a minute, gimme an axe
I wanna smash your ribcage in
For every time you laughed on our
Will you let me chance to redefine
The of a serial 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 blatant disregard for
Most are afraid to deny it
But not me
I it old school like a mink coat
Rusty blade, at least 12
With the tipped off from stabbin' too many bitches
I'm digging ditches with a mental mind
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And pray to god I don't split you in like train tracks
I control it, so I just put it in my music
And hopefully other can use it
Don't confuse it with the same old
Cause the shit I kick 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 like
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech N9ne & Madrox)
Who's the killa?
Who's the fucka ya love and I hate
But in the midst fuck with 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
Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to gangrene
Killa killa, the realla, fanna I feela
with a millimeter with the infrared beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to your anatomy
Ain't no mad at me, the shit ain't even worth it
I I was a serial killa, not perfect
It's not my fault I can't be trusted
And people like me aren't all
will slit necks and into skull crushing
And killing people over next to 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)