Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa that attracts
And makes this music you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a hallway to a room
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose: chainsaws are nice
But razorblades and knives are way more
When it comes to cutting, this shit is an art
And we finish what we start, that's separates us apart
From other mother fuckers, not no names
But them other fuckers (They ain't family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
Well how do you get
you see a chest without a butcher knife buried in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna smash your ribcage in
For time you laughed on our behalf
you let me another chance to redefine
The mind of a serial
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
2: (Monoxide Child)
Could it be the Maybe it's the blood you like
Or maybe it's my disregard for life
Most are afraid to deny it
But not me
I keep it old like a mink coat
Rusty blade, at 12 inches
With the tipped cracked off from too many bitches
I'm digging ditches with a mental mind
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And pray to god I don't split you in half train tracks
I can't control it, so I just put it in my
And hopefully killas can use it
confuse it with the same old game
Cause the shit that I kick could put a in your mainframe
Wicked to the I am
And you can meet me in the if you think I'm playing, what!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech & Jamie Madrox)
the real killa?
Who's the mother fucka ya and I hate
But in the midst will fuck real millas
Trust ya bitch. jock. You'll trip.
We'll shock pistol cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my
With Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to
Killa killa, the realla, fanna I feela
Nigga with a millimeter the infrared beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate anatomy
Ain't no mad at me, the shit ain't even worth it
I said I was a serial killa, not
not my fault that I can't be trusted
And people like me aren't all
Some slit necks and into skull crushing
And killing people over next to mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit outta my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)