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winding sound~
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"Oohh I like... this... toy! Hmm watch it go..."
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~gunshots~
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"Ay! Ah! Ay! Uh!"
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~Rrrrrinnnng... rrrrrinnnng~
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~beep beep beep!~
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"We're sorry the person you are calling is dead."
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I was like 6 I used to get dissed by the chicks.
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And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
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And rocks and sticks and callin' me names.
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And fill my lunchbox with frog brains. Ugh!
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When I left school it was much iller.
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My daddy was a serial killer, and how about that,
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He always made me sit in the back,
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With all his dead bodies in my lap. Move!
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When I got home, enough of the static,
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Hammer and tools and up to the attic.
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Never knew any other girls or boys.
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Only my toys, toys, toys.
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Bang, clang, hammer and twist,
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Nobody knows I exist, and I'm pissed.
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But I won't be mentally scarred,
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Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard.
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Monday, Ring of the bell.
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It's all about show and tell. Might as well
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Show all of these bastards just what I got.
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Yo, check out my toy box.
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"Nothin' feels better than a good hardy-har-har. Right boys and girls?"
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We got dead bodies everywhere you look.
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All the nerds sittin' up front got cooked.
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Others start screamin' and makin' a dash.
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So I start handin' out toys fast at last.
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You like slinkies? We got slinkies.
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Only mine like to wrap around your face then stretch, twist, kazoom,
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And whip your body all over the fuckin' room.
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So come, one at a time. Open your gift, and what you will find
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Is a toy my friend, that you'll never forget.
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It's not everyday that you get your skull split.
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You like soldiers? We got soldiers, made with rubber and steel.
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They're not real. But I wouldn't just toss 'em under yo' bed.
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That's how you get a axe to the fo' head.
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Oh, and don't let 'em sit around all day.
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Come home and find your mom... dead in the hallway.
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Cuz they can be nifty, all the toys are shifty (he-he)
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In my toy box. (huh?)
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"Woooowie, that sure sounds like fun!"
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That's not a toy, hey wait a minute.
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Don't fuck around, homie, you could lose an eye with it.
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That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy.
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And it's mine motherfucker, so gimme gimme.
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You like toys? You come to the right place.
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Try my little toy mutilatin' mental case.
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Wind 'em up and let him go among alla ya.
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Then bang! Serial slaughterer!
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Your turn, reach in and get lucky.
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Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky. (squeaka squeaka)
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And it make a funny sound, then,
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Then BANG! Blew the fingers off his fuckin' hand.
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Don't stop, class ain't done yet.
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I remember you callin' me pointdex', bookworm brainy,
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My aggrivation went into these little creations.
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Reach in. You might find somethin' wicked.
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Wicked scary, chopping pickaderry.
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Off with your head, a robot with a sword.
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You're always lookin' at me, but what for?
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"Wa-wait a minute, I made you, get them not me. Wait a minute, motherfuckers!"
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O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this record!...(repeat 5x mixed w/:)
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Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off!
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Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off! (2x)
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O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this record!...
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O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this... "Turn it off!"
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Toy Box
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Hurricane #1 |