Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa that you?
And makes this music you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you through a hallway to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose: chainsaws are always
But and knives are way more precise
it comes to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we finish what we start, that's what separates us
From other fuckers, not saying no names
But them other fuckers (They ain't family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
how sick do you get
When you see a chest a butcher knife buried in it
a minute, gimme an axe
I wanna smash ribcage in half
For every time you on our behalf
you let me another chance to redefine
The of a serial killa
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
2: (Monoxide Child)
Could it be the blood? it's the blood you like
Or maybe it's my blatant for life
Most people are afraid to it
But not me
I keep it old school like a mink
Rusty blade, at 12 inches
With the cracked off from stabbin' too many bitches
I'm ditches with a mental mind state
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And pray to god I don't you in half like train tracks
I control it, so I just put it in my music
And other killas can use it
Don't it with the same old game
Cause the shit that I could put a glitch in your mainframe
to the bone I am
And you can meet me in the dark if you I'm playing, what!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind like
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech N9ne & Madrox)
Who's the killa?
Who's the fucka ya love and I hate
But in the midst will fuck with real
Trust ya bitch. jock. You'll trip.
We'll shock with cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my
With Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to
Killa killa, the realla, banana fanna I
Nigga with a millimeter the infrared beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate anatomy
Ain't no being mad at me, the shit even worth it
I said I was a killa, not perfect
It's not my that I can't be trusted
And people me aren't all disgusting
Some slit necks and into skull crushing
And killing people over to nothing mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind like
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)