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
 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
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 "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?)
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 "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
 And it make a funny sound, then, Then bang! thru 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!
 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 record!
 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 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!"
 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!