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Ooo, I like this toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!" (gunshots)"We're sorry the person you are calling is dead"[Violent J] |
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I was like six, |
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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 calling me names |
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And filled my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!) |
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When I left school, it was much iller |
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My daddy was a serial killer |
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And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the back |
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With all his dead bodies on my lap (move!) |
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When I got home, enough of the static |
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Hammer and tools, went 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! |
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Hammer and twist |
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Nobody knows |
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I exist, and |
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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, ringing the bell |
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It's all about show and tell, might as well |
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Show all these bastards just what |
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I gotYo, check out my toy box!"Nothing feels better than a good harty-harr, right boys and girls"[Violent J] |
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We got dead bodies everywhere you look |
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All the nerds sitting up front got cooked |
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Others start screaming and making a dash |
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So I start handing 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 |
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And 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 |
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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 |
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Made with rubber and steel, they look real |
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But I wouldn't just toss em under your bed |
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That's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww) |
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And don't let em sit around all day |
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Come home and find you mom, dead in the hallway'cause they can be nifty |
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All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box"Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"[Violent J] |
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That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute |
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Don't fuck around, homie, you can 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 want toys, you come to the right place |
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Try my little toy, |
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Mutilating |
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Mental Case |
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Wind him up, let him go among all of 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 |
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It make a funny sound and then |
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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 calling me poindexter |
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Bookworm brainy, my aggrevation |
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Went into these little creations |
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Reach in, you might find something wicked |
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Wicked, scary, chop bang pickadery |
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Off with your head, a robot with a sword |
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But now he's looking at me, but what for?"Eh, wait a minute, I made youGet them, not me. Eh, wait a minute, motherfucker.""Oh, I love this record. |
