Insane Clown Posse — Toy Box
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Toy Box Insane Clown Posse05:24
Текст песни: Toy Box
Toy Box Lyrics[Intro] "Ooh, I like this toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!" *gunshots* "We're sorry the person you are calling is dead" [Verse 1: 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 fill my lunchbox with frog brains, ew! 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 on 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 these bastards just what I got Yo, check out my toy box! (Aah! Turn it off! Aah!) "Nothing feels better than a good hardy-har-har, right, boys and girls?" [Verse 2: Violent J] We got dead bodies everywhere you look All the nerds sittin' 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 Oh, 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, hehe, in my toy box (Turn it off! No! Turn it off! Aah!) "Woowee, that sure sounds like fun!" [Vesre 3: 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, mother fucker, 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 *Squeak squeak* It make a funny sound, man Then BANG! Blew the fingers off his fuckin' hand Won't stop, class ain't done yet I remember you calling me poindext Bookworm brainy, my aggravation Went into these little creations Reach in, you might find something wicked Wicked, scary, chop bang pickadairy Off with your head, a robot with a sword And now he's looking at me, but what for? "W-wait a, wait a minute, I made you. Get them, not me. W-wait a minute, motherfucker!" (Aah! Turn it off! No! Turn it off!) [Outro] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this record (Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah! Turn it off!) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this record (Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah!) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this (Turn it off!) (Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah! Turn it off!) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this record (Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah!) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this (Turn it off!) (Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah! Turn it off!) (Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah! Turn it off!) (Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah! Turn it off!) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this record (Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah!) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this (Turn it off!) [Skit: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J] "Tell me why. Why do feel like you should still be together with Lisa?" "Sure. C-come on, man. Our relationship ain't all weak and shit. You 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. Y-yeah you're just prejudiced." "Huh?" You're prejudiced against dead people." "Huh? Oh man, you really are one sick bastard, Tommy." "Yeah? Fook oof." "What?" "Fook oof." "What the fuck is that? What does that mean?" "It means fook oof" "Man, you fuckin' lost it." "Yeah? Fuck off!"3
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