Toy box insane clown posse lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
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Toy Box

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

Toy Box
~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!"
"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? Fukoof!"
"What?"
"Fukoof!"
"What the fuck is that? What does that mean?"
"It means Fukoof!"
"Man, you fuckin' lost it."
"Yeah? FUKOOF!"

617

"Ooo, I like this toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!" (gunshots)

"We're sorry the person you are calling is dead"

[Violent J]
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 calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was much iller
My daddy was a serial killer
And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the back
With all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, enough of the static
Hammer and tools, went 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, ringing the bell
It's all about show and tell, might as well
Show all these bastards just what I got
Yo, check out my toy box!

"Nothing feels better than a good harty-harr, right boys and girls"

[Violent J]
We got dead bodies everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up front got cooked
Others start screaming and making a dash
So I start handing out toys fast at last
You like slinkies, we got slinkies
Only mine like to wrap around your face
And 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 your bed
That's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And don't let em sit around all day
Come home and find you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause they can be nifty
All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"

[Violent J]
That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, you can 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, Mutilating Mental Case
Wind him up, 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
It make a funny sound and then BANG!
Blew the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class ain't done yet
I remember you calling me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these little creations
Reach in, you might find something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop bang pickadery
Off with your head, a robot with a sword
But now he's looking at me, but what for?
"Eh, wait a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, wait a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I love this record."

617

"Ooo, I like this toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!" (gunshots)      "We're sorry the person you are calling is dead"      [Violent J]   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 calling me names   And filled my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)   When I left school, it was much iller   My daddy was a serial killer    And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the back   With all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)   When I got home, enough of the static   Hammer and tools, went 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, ringing the bell   It's all about show and tell, might as well   Show all these bastards just what I got   Yo, check out my toy box!      "Nothing feels better than a good harty-harr, right boys and girls"      [Violent J]   We got dead bodies everywhere you look   All the nerds sitting up front got cooked   Others start screaming and making a dash   So I start handing out toys fast at last   You like slinkies, we got slinkies   Only mine like to wrap around your face   And 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 your bed   That's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)   And don't let em sit around all day   Come home and find you mom, dead in the hallway   'cause they can be nifty   All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box      "Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"      [Violent J]   That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute   Don't fuck around, homie, you can 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, Mutilating Mental Case   Wind him up, 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   It make a funny sound and then BANG!    Blew the fingers off his fuckin hand   Don't stop, class ain't done yet   I remember you calling me poindexter   Bookworm brainy, my aggrevation   Went into these little creations   Reach in, you might find something wicked   Wicked, scary, chop bang pickadery   Off with your head, a robot with a sword   But now he's looking at me, but what for?   "Eh, wait a minute, I made you   Get them, not me. Eh, wait a minute, motherfucker."   "Oh, I love this record."