"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  Cuz 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."