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 chase me and hit me with bricks
And and sticks and calling 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 always make me sit in the
With all his dead on my lap (move!)
When I got home, enough of the
and tools, went up to the attic
Never knew any other girls or
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
knows I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be mentally
Instead I make toys, toys of the
Monday, ringing the
It's all show and tell, might as well
Show all these bastards just I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got bodies everywhere you look
All the nerds up front got cooked
Others screaming and making a dash
So I handing out toys fast at last
You like slinkies, we got
Only mine to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all over the room
So come, one at a
your gift and what you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll forget
It's not everyday that you get your skull
You like soldiers, we got
Made with rubber and steel, they look
But I wouldn't just toss em under bed
how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And let em sit around 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, sure sounds like fun!"

J]
That's not a toy, hey, wait a
fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you come to the place
Try my toy, Mutilating Mental Case
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
BANG! serial slaughterer
Your turn, in and get lucky
Oh look, he out a rubber ducky
It a funny sound and then BANG!
Blew the off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class done yet
I remember you me poindexter
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into little creations
Reach in, you might find something
Wicked, scary, chop bang
Off with your head, a with a sword
But now he's looking at me, but for?
"Eh, a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I this record."