Toy Box chords by Insane Clown Posse

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Verse 1
G#m 
E 
Em 
Ooh, I like this toy sound.
Watch it go.
Am 
E 
Em 
Oh baby, please!
We're sorry,
G 
Em 
the person you are calling is dead.
G 
E 
I was like six,
I used to get dipped by the chicks
Am 
And everyone would chase me
E 
and hit me with drinks
And rocks, and sticks,
and calling me names
Am 
And fill my lunchbox with fraud brains
E 
When I left school it was much iller
Am 
My daddy was a serial killer
E 
And how about that?
He always made me sit in the back
Am 
E 
With all his dead bodies on my lap
When I got home, enough of the static
Am 
E 
Hammer and tools and up to the attic
G 
E 
Never knew any other girls or boys
Am 
F 
E 
Only my toys, toys, toys
Bang, clang, hammer and twist
Am 
Nobody knows I exist
F 
E 
And I'm pissed,
F 
but I won't be mentally scarred
E 
Am 
Instead I   make toys,
E 
toys of the graveyard
Monday, ringin' the bell
It's all of our show and tell
Might as well show all these bastards
Am 
just what I got
E 
G 
Yo, check out my toy box
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B 
Am 
Nothin' feels better than a
F# 
E 
good hearty heart heart,
Am 
G 
right boys and girls?
E 
We got dead bodies
everywhere you look,
Am 
all the nerds sittin' up front got cooked
E 
Others start screamin'
and makin' a dash,
Am 
E 
so I start handin' out toys fast at last
You like slinkies?
We got slinkies,
Am 
E 
only mine like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist, kazoom,
Am 
and  whip your body all
E 
over the fuckin' room
Am 
So come, one at a time, open your gift
Bb 
E 
And what you will find is a toy,
my friend,
Am 
that you'll never forget
E 
Am 
It's not every day that you
E 
get your skull split
You like soldiers?
Am 
We got soldiers made with
rubber and steel
E 
They look real, but I wouldn't just
toss them under your bed
Am 
That's how you get an axe
E 
to the forehead, oh
And don't let them sit around all day
Am 
Bb 
Come home and find your mom
Am 
E 
dead in the hallway
Cause they can be nifty,
Am 
E 
all the toys are shifty
Am 
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F 
C 
G 
In my toy box!
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C 
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Am 
F 
Am 
F 
That's not a toy,
E 
hey wait a minute
Don't fuck around homie,
F 
E 
you could lose an eye with it
That's my double blade
razor whip chop jimmy
Am 
F 
E 
And it's mine, motherfucker,
so gimme gimme
Am 
You want toys?
E 
You've come to the right place
Drop my little toy mutilated metal case
E 
Wind him up, let him go among all of ya
E 
Then bang, serial slaughterer
Am 
E 
Young Joe, reach in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky
It make a funny sound then
C 
Then bang, blew the fingers
Am 
off his fuckin' hand
E 
Don't stop, class ain't done yet
F 
E 
I  remember you callin'
me Poindexter
Don't bring me my aggravation
We're into these little creations
Reach in, you might find
something wicked
Bb 
E 
Wicked, scary, chop, bing, pick a dairy
Am 
I'll put your head, a robot with a sword
F 
E 
F 
And I'll strike it in me, but what for?
Am 
Wait a minute, I made you,
E 
get them not me
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F 
Wait a minute motherfucker
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Am 
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F 
Am 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
I love this record!
B 
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Am 
Oh, oh, oh,
B 
Am 
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Am 
E 
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
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Am 
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oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
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Am 
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
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Am 
Bb 
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Am 
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
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F 
Am 
oh
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Am 
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B 
It's turn it off!
Am 
E 
It's turn it off!
It's it
Bm 
B 
Tell me why.
Bb 
Why do you feel like you should still
Am 
be together with Lisa?
E 
Sure. C -c -c -come on, man.
Bm 
Our relationship ain't all weak and shit.
B 
Bb 
You know, I mean,
Am 
I mean just because she's dead
we should just break up or something?
E 
Fuck that! Tommy, Tommy,
Tommy, listen to me.
She's dead, man.
B 
You gotta move on.
Bb 
So what? So she's dead.
Am 
Does that make you fresher
E 
than her?
I didn't say I don't think so!
Am 
So she don't talk as much,
G#m 
and she really don't move around a lot.  She's still fresh!
She's still fun to be around!
E 
G#m 
You're just prejudiced.
You're prejudiced against
dead people.
F#m 
Oh man, you really are one sick bastard,
Tommy.
Yeah? Fuck oof. What? Fuck oof.
What the fuck is that?
What does that mean?
It means, fuck off!
Man, you fucking lost it.
Yeah, fuck off!