Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was like six, I to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with
And rocks and sticks and me names
And filled my lunchbox frogbrains (eeww!)
I left school, it was much iller
My daddy was a killer
And how about that, he'd always me sit in the back
all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, of the static
Hammer and tools, up to the attic
Never knew any other girls or
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! and twist
knows I exist, and I'm pissed
But I be mentally scarred
Instead I make toys, toys of the
Monday, ringing the
all about show and tell, might as well
Show all these bastards what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got dead bodies everywhere you
All the nerds sitting up front got
Others screaming and making a dash
So I start handing out toys at last
You like slinkies, we got
Only mine like to wrap around your
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
not everyday that you get your skull split
You like soldiers, we got
Made with and steel, they look real
But I wouldn't just toss em your bed
how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And let em sit around all day
home and find you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause can be nifty
All the are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that sure like fun!"

J]
That's not a toy, hey, a minute
Don't around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you come to the place
Try my toy, Mutilating Mental Case
him up, let him go among all of ya
Then BANG! serial
Your turn, in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a ducky
It make a funny sound and BANG!
the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, ain't done yet
I remember you calling me
Bookworm brainy, my
Went into these little
Reach in, you find something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop pickadery
Off your 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."