Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

(Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa attracts you?
And makes music that you can sharpen an axe to
you back through a hallway to a black room
No or ceilings, just doorways to pass through
You choose, are always nice
But razorblades and knives are way more
it comes to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we finish what we start, what separates us apart
From motherfuckers, not saying no names
But them other (Ain't family)
And they say I'm sick, too
Well how do you get?
When you see a without a butcher knife buried in it
Wait a minute, me an axe
I wanna your ribcage in half
For every you laughed on our behalf
Will you let me another to redefine?
The of a serial killa

(Chorus x2)
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Fruit looped out of my mind Godzilla (Kill)
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Torture and (Killa, Killa)
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(Monoxide Child)
Could it be the blood? Maybe it's the blood you
Or maybe it's my blatant for life
Most people are afraid to it
But not me
I keep it old like a mink coat
blade, at least 12 inches
With the tipped cracked off stabbing to many bitches
I'm ditches with a mental mind state
Just get up and get vicious a dark place
Throw ya on the head of my axe
And pray to God I don't split you in half like train
I can't it, so I just put it in my music
And hopefully other can use it
Don't confuse it with the same old
the shit that I kick could