LYRICS
作词 : Mike E. Clark/Insane Clown Posse
作曲 : Mike E. Clark/Insane Clown Posse
Ooh,I like this toy!Hmm,watchit go
Uh!
We're sorry,the person you are callin'is dead
I was like six,I used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks andsticks and callin'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 howabout that
He always made me sitin 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 knewany 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 allaboutshowand tell
Might as well showall of these bastards just what I got
Yo, check out my toy box
"Nothin'feels better thana good hardy-har-har.Right,boys and girls?"
We got dead bodies everywhere you look
All the nerds sittin'up front got cooked
Others start screamin'and makin'a dash
So I start handin'out toys fastat 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 f**kin'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 every day 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 yo bed
That's how you geta axe to the fo'head
Oh,and don't let'em sit around all day
Come home and find your mom dead in the hallway
'Cause they can be nifty
All the toys are shifty (he-he)
In my toy box(huh?)
"Woowie,that sure sounds like fun!"
That's nota toy,hey, waita minute
Don't f**k around,homie,you could lose an eye with it
That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine motherf**ker,so gimme,gimme
You want toys? You come to the right place
Try my little toy mutilatin'mental case
Wind'em up and 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,then
Then bang!Through the fingers of his f**kin'hand
Don'tstop,class ain'tdone yet
I remember you callin'me pointdex'
Bookworm brainy,my aggravation
Went into these little creations
Reach in youmight find somethin'wicked
Wicked scary,choppin'pickaderry
Off with your head,arobot with a sword
Now he's lookin'at me,but what for?
Wa-wait a minute,I made you,get them not me
Wait a minute,motherf**kers!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,I love this record!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,I love this record!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,oh,I love this-(turnit off)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,oh, oh, oh, oh,I love this record!
Oh, oh, oh,oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,oh, I love this -(turnitoff)
Ha,ooh, whoo! Turnit off!
Ha,ooh, whoo! Turnit off!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,oh, oh, oh,I love this record!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,I love this-(turnit off)
Tell me why?Why do you feel that you should still be toge ther with Lisa?
Sure,c'mon man,our relationship ain't all weak and s**t,ya know I mean?
I mean,just because she's dead,we should just break up or somethin'? F**k that!
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy,listen to me,she's dead,man,you gotta move on
So what! So she's dead,doe sthat make you fresher than her?
I didn't say that
I don't think so! So she don't talk as muchand she really don't move around a lot
She's still fresh! She's still fun to be around,you're just prejudiced
Huh?
You're prejudiced against dead people
Aw man,you really are one sick bastard Tommy
Yeah? F**k off!
What?
F**k off!
What the **** is that?What does that mean?
It means f**k off!
Man, you f**kin'lost it
Yeah? F**k off!