Lirik Lagu Toy Box - Insane Clown Posse
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
"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 chicksAnd everyone would chase me and hit me with bricksAnd rocks and sticks and calling me namesAnd filled my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)When I left school, it was much illerMy daddy was a serial killerAnd how about that, he'd always make me sit in the backWith all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)When I got home, enough of the staticHammer and tools, went up to the atticNever knew any other girls or boysOnly my toys, toys, toysBang! Clang! Hammer and twistNobody knows I exist, and I'm pissedBut I won't be mentally scarredInstead I make toys, toys of the graveyardMonday, ringing the bellIt's all about show and tell, might as wellShow all these bastards just what I gotYo, 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 lookAll the nerds sitting up front got cookedOthers start screaming and making a dashSo I start handing out toys fast at lastYou like slinkies, we got slinkiesOnly mine like to wrap around your faceAnd stretch, twist, kazoomAnd whip your body all over the fuckin roomSo come, one at a timeOpen your gift and what you will findIs a toy, my friend, that you'll never forgetIt's not everyday that you get your skull splitYou like soldiers, we got soldiersMade with rubber and steel, they look realBut I wouldn't just toss em under your bedThat's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)And don't let em sit around all dayCome home and find you mom, dead in the hallwayCuz they can be niftyAll 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 minuteDon't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with itThat's my double blade razor whip chop jimmyAnd it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimmeYou want toys, you come to the right placeTry my little toy, Mutilating Mental CaseWind him up, let him go among all of yaThen BANG! serial slaughtererYour turn, reach in and get luckyOh look, he pulled out a rubber duckyIt make a funny sound and then BANG!Blew the fingers off his fuckin handDon't stop, class ain't done yetI remember you calling me poindexterBookworm brainy, my aggrevationWent into these little creationsReach in, you might find something wickedWicked, scary, chop bang pickaderyOff with your head, a robot with a swordBut now he's looking at me, but what for?"Eh, wait a minute, I made youGet them, not me. Eh, wait a minute, motherfucker.""Oh, I love this record."
"We're sorry the person you are calling is dead"
[Violent J]I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicksAnd everyone would chase me and hit me with bricksAnd rocks and sticks and calling me namesAnd filled my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)When I left school, it was much illerMy daddy was a serial killerAnd how about that, he'd always make me sit in the backWith all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)When I got home, enough of the staticHammer and tools, went up to the atticNever knew any other girls or boysOnly my toys, toys, toysBang! Clang! Hammer and twistNobody knows I exist, and I'm pissedBut I won't be mentally scarredInstead I make toys, toys of the graveyardMonday, ringing the bellIt's all about show and tell, might as wellShow all these bastards just what I gotYo, 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 lookAll the nerds sitting up front got cookedOthers start screaming and making a dashSo I start handing out toys fast at lastYou like slinkies, we got slinkiesOnly mine like to wrap around your faceAnd stretch, twist, kazoomAnd whip your body all over the fuckin roomSo come, one at a timeOpen your gift and what you will findIs a toy, my friend, that you'll never forgetIt's not everyday that you get your skull splitYou like soldiers, we got soldiersMade with rubber and steel, they look realBut I wouldn't just toss em under your bedThat's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)And don't let em sit around all dayCome home and find you mom, dead in the hallwayCuz they can be niftyAll 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 minuteDon't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with itThat's my double blade razor whip chop jimmyAnd it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimmeYou want toys, you come to the right placeTry my little toy, Mutilating Mental CaseWind him up, let him go among all of yaThen BANG! serial slaughtererYour turn, reach in and get luckyOh look, he pulled out a rubber duckyIt make a funny sound and then BANG!Blew the fingers off his fuckin handDon't stop, class ain't done yetI remember you calling me poindexterBookworm brainy, my aggrevationWent into these little creationsReach in, you might find something wickedWicked, scary, chop bang pickaderyOff with your head, a robot with a swordBut now he's looking at me, but what for?"Eh, wait a minute, I made youGet them, not me. Eh, wait a minute, motherfucker.""Oh, I love this record."
