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 my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I school, it was much iller
My was a serial killer
And how about that, always make me sit in the back
With all his dead on my lap (move!)
When I got home, of the static
Hammer and tools, went up to the
Never knew any other or boys
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I be mentally scarred
I make toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the
all about show and tell, might as well
Show all these bastards what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

"Nothing feels better than a good harty-harr, 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 fast at last
You slinkies, we got slinkies
Only like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your all over the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open your gift and you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never
It's not that you get your skull split
You like soldiers, we got
Made with rubber and steel, look real
But I just toss em under your 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 they can be
All the are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that sure like fun!"

J]
That's not a toy, hey, a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, you can an eye with it
my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You toys, you come to the right place
Try my little toy, Mutilating Case
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
Then BANG! serial
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 you calling me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my
Went into these creations
in, you might find something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop bang
Off with your head, a robot a sword
But now he's looking at me, but what
"Eh, wait a minute, I you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I this record."