Toy Box
"Oohh, I like this toy! Hmm, watch it
go."
"Ay! Ah! Ay! Uh!"
"We're sorry, the person you are calling is dead."
WAHWAHWAHWAHWAH!
I was like 6, 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. Uh!
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 motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You want 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, you 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!...
Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off!
Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off!
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!"