| Lyrics: | winding sound~
"Oohh I like... this... toy! Hmm watch it go..."
~gunshots~
"Ay! Ah! Ay! Uh!"
~Rrrrrinnnng... rrrrrinnnng~
~beep beep beep!~
"We're sorry the person you are calling is dead."
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. 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're not 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 like toys? You come to
the right place.
Try my little toy mutilatin' mental case.
Wind 'em up and let him
go among alla ya.
Then bang! Serial slaughterer!
Your turn, reach in and get lucky.
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky. (squeaka squeaka)
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.
You're always 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 |
