"Toy Box" as written by Joseph Bruce and Mike E. Clark....
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."


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"Toy Box" as written by Mike E. Clark Joseph Bruce

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General Commenti love this song!
    blueglitz27on May 23, 2002   Link
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    General Commentsweet ass song
    logan_6969on June 03, 2002   Link
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    General CommentThis song is awesome!
    angellicvengeanceon December 05, 2004   Link
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    General CommentDefinitely one of their best
    kmk_natashaon February 10, 2005   Link
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    General Commentthats the 2nd song of icp i herd and it still kicks ass!!!

    lowry
    ps rainbows and stuff was the first!!!!!


    night ninja's
    juggalo-666on January 14, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"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 "

    "Don't stop, class ain't done yet
    I remember you calling me poindexter
    Bookworm brainy, my aggrevation
    Went into these little creations"

    It's like ... 'You made fun of me, you're gonna get it now. You're dead'

    This is a great song. One of ICPs best. MMFWCL!
    Hieriana_on March 22, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI fucking love this song...its funny as fuck

    damn...i used to remember walkin around town chanting this shit with my juggalo homies...

    that was a looong time ago.
    good times.
    GypsyRoseon April 11, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThis song has suck a kick ass beat.
    drunken_buzbyon April 14, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI still chat this shit with my juggalo and juggalette homies and seeing as how im the only senior at my school that is still down all the juggalettes enjoy chillin and chantin with me :P suck growin up in the middle of chicken-ville tho.
    mrmegan669on October 02, 2009   Link
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    Song Meaningthis song is amazing, and its got more meaning then most people realize. all those narrowminded mainstreamers, when they listen they think its just some sick song about killing people. but when u think about it, it could be about karma. the kids make fun of him so karma hapens and they all get killed. Or another thing is thta it could be saying that revenge isnt the answer because he makes these toys to kill them all for revenge and in the end the toys end up killing him.... not sure wich one makes more sense but it is really good

    MMFWCL
    WHOOP WHOOP
    clownface1215on January 11, 2010   Link

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