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 used to get dissed by the
And everyone would me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and and calling 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 always make me sit in the
With all his dead on my lap (move!)
When I got home, enough of the
Hammer and tools, went up to the
Never knew any other or boys
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! and twist
Nobody knows I exist, and I'm
But I be mentally scarred
I make toys, toys of the graveyard
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 better than a good harty-harr, boys and girls"

J]
We got dead bodies you look
All the nerds sitting up front got
Others start screaming and making a
So I handing out toys fast at last
You slinkies, we got slinkies
Only mine like to wrap around face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open your gift and what you will
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll forget
It's not everyday that you get your skull
You like soldiers, we got
Made with rubber and steel, they real
But I just toss em under your bed
how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And don't let em sit all day
Come home and find you mom, dead in the
'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
fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my double blade whip chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you to the right place
Try my little toy, Mental Case
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
Then BANG! slaughterer
Your turn, in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a ducky
It a funny sound and then BANG!
the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class ain't yet
I remember you me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my
into these little creations
Reach in, you might find wicked
Wicked, scary, bang pickadery
Off with your head, a robot 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 love record."