Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was like six, I to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with
And and sticks and calling me names
And my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was iller
My was a serial killer
And how about that, always make me sit in the back
all his dead 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
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I be mentally scarred
Instead I make toys, of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the
all about show 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, right and girls"

J]
We got dead bodies you look
All the nerds sitting up got cooked
Others start screaming and making a
So I start handing out toys 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 your gift and what you find
Is a toy, my friend, you'll never forget
It's not everyday you get your skull split
You like soldiers, we got
with rubber and steel, they look real
But I wouldn't just toss em under 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 sure like fun!"

J]
That's not a toy, hey, wait a
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 little toy, Mental Case
him up, let him go among all of ya
Then BANG! slaughterer
Your turn, reach in and get
Oh look, he out a rubber ducky
It a funny sound and then BANG!
Blew the fingers off his hand
Don't stop, class done yet
I remember you me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my
into these little creations
Reach in, you might something wicked
Wicked, scary, bang pickadery
Off your head, a robot with a sword
But now he's looking at me, but what
"Eh, a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I this record."