Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was like six, I used to get by the chicks
And would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me
And filled my lunchbox frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was much
My daddy was a serial
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
Hammer and tools, went up to the
Never knew any other or boys
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! and twist
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be mentally
Instead I toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the
It's all about and tell, might as well
Show all bastards 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 everywhere you
All the nerds sitting up front got
Others start screaming and making a
So I start handing out toys fast at
You like slinkies, we got
Only mine to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all over the fuckin
So come, one at a
Open your gift and what you find
Is a toy, my friend, you'll never forget
It's not everyday that you get your skull
You like soldiers, we got
Made with and steel, they look real
But I wouldn't just em under your bed
how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And let em sit around all day
Come home and you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause they can be
All the are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that sure like fun!"

J]
That's not a toy, hey, a minute
fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my double razor whip chop jimmy
And mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You want toys, you to the right place
Try my little toy, Mental Case
him up, let him go among all of ya
Then BANG! serial
turn, reach in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a ducky
It make a funny and then BANG!
Blew the 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 find something wicked
Wicked, scary, bang pickadery
Off with head, a robot with a sword
But now he's looking at me, but for?
"Eh, a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I this record."