Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it a serial killa that attracts you?
And makes this music you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a to a black room
No walls or ceilings, doorways to pass through
You choose: chainsaws are always
But and knives are way more precise
When it to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we what we start, that's what separates us apart
From other mother fuckers, not saying no
But them mother fuckers (They ain't family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
how sick do you get
When you see a chest a butcher knife buried in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna your ribcage in half
For every time you on our behalf
Will you let me another chance to
The of a serial killa
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind 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 blatant for life
people are afraid to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school like a mink
Rusty blade, at least 12
With the cracked off from stabbin' too many bitches
I'm digging ditches with a mind state
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And pray to god I don't you in half like train tracks
I can't control it, so I just put it in my
And hopefully other can use it
confuse it with the same old game
Cause the that I kick could put a glitch 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 my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech & Jamie Madrox)
Who's the real
Who's the mother ya love and I hate
But in the midst will with real millas
ya bitch. We'll jock. You'll trip.
We'll with 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 with the infrared
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate your
Ain't no being mad at me, the ain't even worth it
I said I was a killa, not perfect
It's not my that I can't be trusted
And like me aren't all disgusting
Some will slit necks and into skull
And killing people next to nothing mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)