Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was six, I used to get dissed by the chicks
And would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was much
My daddy was a serial
And how about that, he'd always me sit in the back
With all his dead on my lap (move!)
When I got home, of the static
Hammer and tools, up to the attic
Never any other girls or boys
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
Nobody knows I exist, and I'm
But I be mentally scarred
Instead I toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the
It's all show and tell, might as well
Show all these just what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got dead bodies everywhere you
All the nerds sitting up front got
Others start and making a dash
So I start handing out fast at last
You slinkies, we got slinkies
Only mine like to wrap around 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 that you get your skull split
You soldiers, we got soldiers
Made with rubber and steel, they look
But I wouldn't just 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 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 double blade whip chop jimmy
And mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You want toys, you to the right place
Try my toy, Mutilating Mental Case
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
Then BANG! slaughterer
Your turn, in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a ducky
It a funny sound and then BANG!
Blew the fingers off his hand
Don't stop, class ain't yet
I you calling me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my
Went into these little
Reach in, you find something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop bang
Off with 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."