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insane clown posse - toy box lyrics

{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
n-body knows i exist and i’m p-ssed
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 b-st-rds 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 f-ckin 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 f-ck around, homie, you could lose an eye with it
that’s my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
and it’s mine motha f-cka 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! thru the fingers off his f-ckin hand
don’t stop, cl-ss 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, motherf-ckers!

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 sh-t. ya know i mean,
i mean just because she’s dead we should just break up or somethin? f-ck 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 b-st-rd tommy

yeah? f-ckoooff!

what?

f-ckoooff!

what the f-ck is that? what does that mean?

it means f-ckoooff!

man, you f-ckin lost it

yeah? f-ckoooff!

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