Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was like six, I used to get by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with
And rocks and and calling me names
And my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was iller
My was a serial killer
And how about that, always make me sit in the back
all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, of the static
Hammer and tools, went up to the
Never knew any other or boys
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! and twist
knows I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be mentally
Instead I make toys, toys of the
Monday, ringing the
It's all about and tell, might as well
all these bastards just what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

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

"Woooowee, that sounds like fun!"

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