Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

"We're the person you are calling is dead"

J]
I was like six, I to get dissed by the chicks
And would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me
And filled my lunchbox frogbrains (eeww!)
When I school, it was much iller
My daddy was a serial
And how about that, he'd make me sit in the back
With all his bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, of the static
and tools, went up to the attic
Never any other girls or boys
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
knows I exist, and I'm pissed
But I be mentally scarred
Instead I make toys, toys of the
Monday, the bell
It's all about show and tell, as well
Show all these bastards what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got dead everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up got cooked
start screaming and making a dash
So I handing out toys fast at last
You slinkies, we got slinkies
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 gift and what you will
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never
It's not everyday that you get your skull
You like soldiers, we got
Made with rubber and steel, look real
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 and find 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, a minute
Don't around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my double blade razor chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you to the right place
Try my toy, Mutilating Mental Case
him up, let him go among all of ya
Then BANG! serial
turn, reach in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a ducky
It make a sound and then BANG!
Blew the fingers off his fuckin
Don't stop, ain't done yet
I remember you calling me
Bookworm brainy, my
Went into little creations
Reach in, you might something wicked
Wicked, scary, bang pickadery
Off your head, a robot with a sword
But now looking at me, but what for?
"Eh, a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I this record."