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 dissed by the
And everyone would chase me and hit me with
And rocks and sticks and me names
And filled my with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was much
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, up to the attic
Never knew any girls or boys
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! and twist
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I be mentally scarred
I make toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, the bell
It's all show and tell, might as well
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 bodies everywhere you look
All the sitting up front got cooked
Others start screaming and making a
So I start handing out toys fast at
You like slinkies, we got
mine like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open your and what you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never
It's not everyday you get your skull split
You soldiers, we got soldiers
Made with rubber and steel, they 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 you mom, dead in the hallway
'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, wait a
Don't fuck around, homie, you can an eye with it
That's my double blade razor whip jimmy
And mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You want toys, you come to the right
Try my little toy, Mutilating Case
him up, let him go among all of ya
Then BANG! slaughterer
turn, reach 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 calling me
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these little
in, you might find something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop bang
Off your head, a robot with 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."