Insane Clown Posse "Toy Box" |
{winding sound} Oohh, I like this toy! Hmm, watch it go. {Gun fire} Ay! Ah! Ay! Uh! {Telephone ringing} {beeping sound} We're sorry, the person you are calling is dead I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks And rocks and sticks and callin' me names And fill my lunchbox with frog brains,Ugh! When I left school it was much iller My daddy was a serial killer, and how about that He always made me sit in the back With all his dead bodies in my lap, Move! When I got home, enough of the static Hammer and tools and up to the attic Never knew any other girls or boys Only my toys toys toys Bang clang hammer and twist Nobody knows I exist and I'm pissed But I won't be mentally scarred Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard Monday, Ring of the bell It's all about show and tell Might as well Show all of these bastards just what I got Yo check out my toy box. "Nothin' feels better than a good hardy-har-har. Right boys and girls?" We got dead bodies everywhere you look All the nerds sittin up front got cooked Others start screamin and makin a dash So I start handin out toys fast at last You like slinkies? We got slinkies! Only mine like to wrap around your face then stretch, twist, kazoom, And whip your body all over the fuckin room So come one at a time Open your gift, and what you will find Is a toy my friend, that you'll never forget It's not everyday that you get your skull split You like soldiers? We got soldiers! Made with rubber and steel They look real But I wouldn't just toss 'em under yo bed That's how you get a axe to the fo' head Oh, and don't let 'em sit around all day Come home and find your mom... dead in the hallway Cuz they can be nifty All the toys are shifty (he-he) In my toy box (huh?) "Woooowie, that sure sounds like fun!" That's not a toy, hey wait a minute Don't fuck around, homie, you could lose an eye with it That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy And it's mine motha fucka so gimme gimme you like toys? You come to the right place Try my little toy mutilatin mental case Wind 'em up and let him go among all of ya Then BANG! Serial slaughterer! Your turn, reach in and get lucky Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky [sqeaking] And it make a funny sound, then, Then BANG! blew the fingers off his fuckin hand Don't stop, class ain't done yet I remember you callin' me pointdex', Bookworm brainy, my aggrivation Went into these little creations Reach in you might find somethin wicked Wicked scary, chopping pickaderry Off with your head, a robot with a sword Now he's lookin at me, but what for? Wa-wait a minute, I made you, get them not me. Wait a minute, motherfuckers! O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this record!...(repeat 5x mixed w/:) Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off! Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off! (2x) O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this record!... O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this... "Turn it off!" Tell me why? Why do you feel that you should still be together with Lisa? Sure Cccc'mon man, our relationship ain't all weak and shit. Ya know I mean, I mean just because she's dead we should just break up or somethin? FUCK THAT! Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, listen to me, she's dead man you gotta move on So what! So she's dead Does that make you fresher than her? I didn't say that I don't think so! So she don't talk as much... and she really don't move around a lot. She's still fresh! She's still fun to be around! Heheh-heheh. You're just predjudice! Huh? You're predjudiced against dead people Aw man, you really are one sick bastard Tommy Yeah? Fuckoooff! What? Fuckoooff! What the fuck is that? What does that mean? It means Fuckoooff! Man, you fuckin lost it Yeah? FUCKOOOFF! Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |