Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

"We're the person 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 me names
And filled my lunchbox with (eeww!)
I left school, it was much iller
My daddy was a killer
And how about that, he'd make me sit in the back
all his dead bodies 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! and twist
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I be mentally scarred
Instead I toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the
It's all about and tell, might as well
Show all these bastards just I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got dead bodies you look
All the nerds sitting up front got
Others screaming and making a dash
So I start out toys fast at last
You like slinkies, we got
Only mine like to 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 forget
It's not everyday you get your skull split
You like soldiers, we got
Made with rubber and steel, they look
But I just toss em under your bed
That's how you get an axe to the (oww)
And let em sit around all day
Come home and find you mom, in the hallway
they 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
fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my blade razor whip chop jimmy
And mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You toys, you come to the right place
Try my little toy, Mutilating Case
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 fuckin
Don't stop, ain't done yet
I remember you me poindexter
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these creations
Reach in, you might something wicked
Wicked, scary, bang pickadery
Off with your head, a with a sword
But now he's at me, but what for?
"Eh, wait a minute, I you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I this record."