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 used to get by the chicks
And would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and me names
And my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
I left school, it was much iller
My daddy was a killer
And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the
all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, enough of the
Hammer and tools, went up to the
Never any other girls or boys
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I be mentally scarred
Instead I make toys, toys of the
Monday, the bell
all about show and tell, might as well
Show all these bastards 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 sitting up front got
Others start screaming and a dash
So I start handing out fast at last
You like slinkies, we got
mine like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all over the room
So come, one at a
Open your gift and what you 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, look real
But I wouldn't just toss em under bed
how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And don't let em sit 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
Don't fuck around, homie, you can an eye with it
That's my blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so 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! slaughterer
Your turn, in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber
It make a funny sound and BANG!
the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, ain't done yet
I remember you me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my
Went into these little
Reach in, you might something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop pickadery
Off your head, a robot with a sword
But now he's looking at me, but what
"Eh, a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I this record."