Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

"Ooo, I like this toy. 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 everyone would chase me and hit me with
And rocks and sticks and calling me
And filled my lunchbox with (eeww!)
When I school, it was much iller
My was a serial killer
And how about that, he'd make me sit in the back
With all his dead on my lap (move!)
I got home, enough of the static
Hammer and tools, went up to the
Never knew any other girls or
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, of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the
It's all show and tell, might as well
Show all these bastards just I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got dead bodies everywhere you
All the nerds sitting up front got
start screaming and making a dash
So I handing out toys fast at last
You like slinkies, we got
Only like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all over the fuckin
So come, one at a
Open gift and what you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that never forget
It's not everyday that you get your skull
You soldiers, we got soldiers
with rubber 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
Come and find you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause can be nifty
All the are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, sure 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 razor chop jimmy
And mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You want toys, you come to the place
Try my toy, Mutilating Mental Case
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
BANG! serial slaughterer
Your turn, reach in and get
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber
It make a funny and then BANG!
Blew the off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, ain't done yet
I remember you calling me
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these creations
Reach in, you might find wicked
Wicked, scary, bang pickadery
Off with your head, a 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 this record."