Toy Box Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Toy Box 

"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."