Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was six, I used to get dissed by the chicks
And would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and me names
And filled my with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I school, it was much iller
My daddy was a serial
And how that, he'd always make me sit in the back
With all his bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, enough of the
Hammer and tools, went up to the
Never knew any girls or boys
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
knows I exist, and I'm pissed
But I be mentally scarred
Instead I toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, the bell
It's all about show and tell, as well
Show all bastards just what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got bodies everywhere you look
All the nerds up front got cooked
start screaming and making a dash
So I handing out toys fast at last
You slinkies, we got slinkies
Only mine like to around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip body all over the fuckin room
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 skull split
You like soldiers, we got
Made rubber and steel, they 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
home 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
Don't fuck around, homie, you can an eye with it
That's my double blade razor whip jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you come to the place
Try my little toy, Mutilating Mental
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
Then BANG! serial
turn, reach in and get lucky
Oh look, he out a rubber ducky
It make a funny sound and BANG!
the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class ain't yet
I remember you calling me
brainy, my aggrevation
Went these little creations
Reach in, you find something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop pickadery
Off with your head, a robot with a
But now he's at me, but what for?
"Eh, a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I this record."