~winding sound~
andquot;oohh i like... this... toy! hmm watch it go...andquot;
~gunshots~
andquot;ay! ah! ay! uh!andquot;
~rrrrrinnnng... rrrrrinnnng~
~beep beep beep!~
andquot;weand're sorry the person you are calling is dead.andquot;
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 callinand' 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 iand'm pissed.
but i wonand't be mentally scarred,
instead i make toys, toys of the graveyard.
monday, ring of the bell.
itand's all about show and tell. might as well
show all of these bastards just what i got.
yo, check out my toy box.
andquot;nothinand' feels better than a good hardy-har-har. right boys and girls?andquot;
We got dead bodies everywhere you look.
all the nerds sittinand' up front got cooked.
others start screaminand' and makinand' a dash.
so i start handinand' 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 fuckinand' room.
so come, one at a time. open your gift, and what you will find
is a toy my friend, that youand'll never forget.
itand's not everyday that you get your skull split.
you like soldiers? we got soldiers, made with rubber and steel.
theyand're not real. but i wouldnand't just toss and'em under yoand' bed.
thatand's how you get a axe to the foand' head.
oh, and donand't let and'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?)
andquot;woooowie, that sure sounds like fun!andquot;
Thatand's not a toy, hey wait a minute.
donand't fuck around, homie, you could lose an eye with it.
thatand's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy.
and itand's mine motherfucker, so gimme gimme.
you like toys? you come to the right place.
try my little toy mutilatinand' mental case.
wind and'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 fuckinand' hand.
donand't stop, class ainand't done yet.
i remember you callinand' me pointdexand', bookworm brainy,
my aggrivation went into these little creations.
reach in. you might find somethinand' wicked.
wicked scary, chopping pickaderry.
off with your head, a robot with a sword.
youand're always lookinand' at me, but what for?
andquot;wa-wait a minute, i made you, get them not me. wait a minute, motherfuckers!andquot;
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... andquot;turn it off!andquot;
