Chords for ICP-Toy Box (w/ Lyrics)

_ _ _ _ _ Ooh, I like this toy.
Watch it go.
Oh, please, please!
Oh!
_ _ The _ _ _ _ _ _ _ person you are talking _
[E] to is not available at the moment.
_ [Am] I used to get spilt by the chicks,
and everyone would chase me and hit [C] me
with cricks and rocks [E] and sticks
and callin' me names.
[N] And then my lunchbox was filled _ [Am] _ _ _ _
with the serial killer.
And how [C] about that?
[B] He always made me sit [E] in the back
[N] with all his dead bodies.
_ When I got old, I was a static.
Never read tools and subsidies.
Never knew any other girl. _
_ _ Toys.
[Am] Bang!
Bang!
I'm a rat twist.
Nobody knows I exist.
And I'm [C] pissed.
[N] But I won't be mentally scarred.
Instead, I make toys.
Toys of the [Am] graveyard.
One day, I'll bring all of my show and tell.
I'll swell.
Show all these bastards [E] what I got.
Yo, [C] check out my toy box. _ _ _
[Ab] Blah, blah, blah.
[Dbm] Blah! Blah!
[Ab] _ [G] _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Bbm] Blah!
_ Blah!
_ [Dbm] Blah!
[G] _ _ [B] Nothing feels better than a [E] good hearty hard high,
right boys and [Am] girls?
We got dead bodies everywhere you look.
All the nerds making up [C] front got cooked.
Others start [E] screaming and making a dash.
[N] Boys start hanging out toys fast at last.
[Am] You like Slinky's?
We got Slinky's.
Only mine like to rap around [C] your face
and [A] stretch, [E] twist, consume,
and rip your [N] body all over the fucking room.
So come one at a time.
Open your gift.
And what you will find is a toy, my [Ab] friend,
that you'll never forget.
It's [Fm] not every [B] day that you get your skull split.
[Am] You like soldiers?
We got soldiers made with button red steel.
They [Cm] look real,
but I [E] wouldn't just toss them under your bed.
[Ab] That's how you get an [Am] axe to the forehead.
And don't let them sit around all day.
Come home and find your mom [C] dead in the hallway.
Cause they [E] can be 50.
[N] All the toys are [Ab] 50 in my toy box. _ _ _
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_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ That's not a toy.
Hey, wait a minute.
Don't fuck a _ _ _ _ shot to me.
And it's mine, motherfucker.
So gimme gimme.
You want toys?
You come to the right place.
Try my little toy mortalating metal case.
Wind them up, let them go among all of ya.
Bitch bang, serial slaughterer.
Yo, hey, reach in and get lucky.
Oh, hey, he pulls out a rubber ducky.
It make a funny sound, man.
Then bang through the fingers of his fucking hand.
Don't drop, cause it ain't done yet.
I remember you calling me point-dash,
when you could have played me.
My aggravation.
When you get to these little creations,
reach in, you might find something wicked.
Wicked scary, top-banged, pioneering off with your head.
[F] A robot with a [G] sword,
and I'll shoot you [Db] down if you move.
But what [N] for?
But wait a, wait a minute.
I made you, this is not me.
Wait a minute, motherfucker. _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ Love _ [Eb] _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dbm] this record.
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
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_ _ _ [Dbm] _ _ Tell _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ me [Bm] why.
Why do you feel like you should still be [Bbm] together with Lisa?
Sure.
[Am] _
Come on, man.
Our [Cm] relationship ain't all weak and shit.
[Bm] You know, I mean,
I mean, just because [Bbm] she's dead,
we should just break up or [Am] something?
Fuck that!
Tommy, Tommy, [Cm] Tommy, listen to me.
She's dead, man.
You gotta move [Bm] on.
So what?
So she's dead.
Does [Bbm] that make you fresher than her?
[Am] I didn't say that.
I don't think so.
[Bbm] So she don't talk as much,
and she really don't [Am] move around a lot.
She's still fresh.
[Bbm] She's still fun to be [Am] around.
You're just prejudiced.
You're prejudiced [Abm] against dead people.
Oh, man, [Gm] you really are one sick bastard, Tommy.
Yeah?
Fuck [N] off.
_ What?
Fuck off.
What the fuck is that?
What does that mean?
It means, fuck off.
Man, you fucking lost it.
Yeah?
Fuck off.