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 to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would me and hit me with bricks
And and sticks and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox frogbrains (eeww!)
I left school, it was much iller
My was a serial killer
And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the
With all his bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, of the static
Hammer and tools, went up to the
Never knew any other girls or
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
Nobody knows I exist, and I'm
But I be mentally scarred
Instead I make toys, toys of the
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 feels better a good harty-harr, right boys and girls"

J]
We got dead bodies everywhere you
All the nerds sitting up got cooked
Others screaming and making a dash
So I start out toys fast at last
You like slinkies, we got
Only like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip body all over the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open gift and what you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll forget
It's not everyday that you get skull split
You soldiers, we got soldiers
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 don't let em sit all day
Come 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
Don't around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my double razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you come to the right
Try my little toy, Mutilating Case
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
Then BANG! serial
turn, reach in and get lucky
Oh look, he out a rubber ducky
It make a funny and then BANG!
Blew the fingers off his hand
Don't stop, ain't done yet
I remember you calling me
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these little
in, you might find something wicked
Wicked, scary, bang pickadery
Off with your head, a robot a sword
But now he's at me, but what for?
"Eh, a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I love record."