Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was six, I used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me bricks
And rocks and and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with (eeww!)
When I left school, it was iller
My daddy was a serial
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
and tools, went up to the attic
Never any other girls or boys
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! and twist
Nobody knows I exist, and I'm
But I won't be scarred
Instead I make toys, toys of the
Monday, the bell
It's all about show and tell, might as
Show all these bastards what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got dead everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up front got
Others start screaming and a dash
So I start handing out toys at last
You like slinkies, we got
Only like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open your gift and you will find
Is a toy, my friend, you'll never forget
not everyday that you get your skull split
You soldiers, we got soldiers
Made with rubber and steel, look real
But I wouldn't just 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, in the hallway
'cause they can be
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 razor chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you to the right place
Try my little toy, Mutilating Mental
him up, let him go among all of ya
Then BANG! slaughterer
Your turn, reach in and get
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber
It make a sound and then BANG!
Blew the fingers off his hand
Don't stop, class ain't yet
I you calling me poindexter
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these creations
Reach in, you might find wicked
Wicked, scary, chop bang
Off your head, a robot 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."