Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

"Ooo, I like toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!" (gunshots)

"We're the person you are calling is dead"

J]
I was like six, I to get dissed by the chicks
And would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and me names
And filled my lunchbox frogbrains (eeww!)
When I school, it was much iller
My was a serial killer
And how about that, he'd make me sit in the back
all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, of the static
and tools, went up to the attic
Never any other girls or boys
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! and twist
knows I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be scarred
Instead I make toys, of the graveyard
Monday, the bell
It's all about show and tell, might as
Show all these just what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

"Nothing feels better than a harty-harr, right boys and girls"

J]
We got dead bodies you look
All the sitting up front got cooked
Others start screaming and making a
So I handing out toys fast at last
You slinkies, we got slinkies
Only like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And your body all over the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open gift and what you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that never forget
It's not everyday that you get your split
You soldiers, we got soldiers
Made with rubber and steel, they real
But I wouldn't just em under your bed
That's how you get an axe to the (oww)
And don't let em sit all day
Come and find you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause they can be
All the are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that sure sounds fun!"

J]
That's not a toy, hey, a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, you can an eye with it
That's my double razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you come to the place
Try my little toy, Mutilating Case
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
BANG! serial slaughterer
Your turn, in and get lucky
Oh look, he out a rubber ducky
It make a funny and then BANG!
Blew the off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, ain't done yet
I remember you me poindexter
brainy, my aggrevation
Went these little creations
Reach in, you might something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop bang
Off with head, a robot with a sword
But now he's looking at me, but for?
"Eh, wait a minute, I you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I love record."