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lirik lagu trip b - toy makers

[intro: trip b]
trip b keeps it halloween as f~ck
i intend to make your skin f~cking crawl
me and clocky will give you nightmares for years
(toy makers, toy makers, toy makers, toy makers, toy makers, toy makers, toy makers, toy makers)

[verse 1: trip b]
let me make you a toy, come on, what kind would you like?
it could be an animal or i could even make a bike
i could even make the helmet for your dome
i got a lot to work with inside my home
come on in, i’ll show you my workshop
it’s where i sew, it’s where i chop!
i would say close your eyes, but it’s just way too exciting
i can’t keep it a surprise, hah, figured you’d give off that look
a body spins in front of you, hanging from a meathook
got hundreds of them, as you can see, many went to good use
but i don’t remember that one, see, i used everything but the caboose
i use cutting instruments to take the hearts i like
and with them i could make a little kids trike
alright, you see the wheels on the table
toys aren’t fully organic (f~cking admit it, okay)
but they’re made with lots of love (it’s true)
so no need to panic! (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)

[chorus: trip b]
b~tches call us the toy makers, what kind of toy you want
i could be the next santa, build my toys by dawn
i’ve heard several say that they have come to life
they learn to choke and grab objects like a poky finger or knife
[verse 2: clockworc]
everything i’m selling, batteries included
hardwired cerebellum, everything computing (yah)
all the ass, not assess, right forever, never crash
assembly line blues, i got ’em piping hot
i turn a defects [t~~ts?] into a f~cking tonka truck
and if y’all playing old~school, holding on to the nostalgia
i be turning spare parts into anything you could fathom
spilling [yellow?] bellies all over the d~mn floor
grab intestine, makin’ d~mn fine jump rope
not a bad guy, nope, cue the bagpipe, yo
takin’ mankind, turn ’em into so much more
i skin your b~tch and put a fit up on her
f~ckin’ rocking horse into a thot she could ride more
godsend before but i was dead wrong
and she be on the job in both life and death
like a good little wh0re, y’all rooks on the court
i’m the coach, make toys for the gals and the boys
make use of a co~rs~ f~cking throat hole
make a yo~yo out of bones and noose, oh lord
take a real dog, make a pluto toy
never been right up in the noodle, boy
but i provide what y’all fantasize and y’all none the wise while i seek, destroy

[chorus: trip b]
b~tches call us the toy makers, what kind of toy you want
i could be the next santa, build my toys by dawn
i’ve heard several say that they have come to life
they learn to choke and grab objects like a poky finger or knife
[verse 3: trip b]
they start to rot, it’s true, but that’s not all that they do
an octopus i made for billy lie died under his bed
one night it suffocated him… and now he’s dead
the toy now lives upstairs
half its skin has fallen off and it’s the thing of nightmares
anyways, i thought i’d show you what we do
i know it might cause a bad dream or two
but you should see families faces on christmas morning
toys attack families without warning
i think their screaming [?] must be cursed with dark magic
these things are happy at first and then it all turns tragic
the toys were scary as sh~t to start because they’re made out of people that we took apart
bet you don’t want one though, haha, it’s okay
i understand, but i wanted you to have this severed hand
it’s the least i can do for someone i care for
now you know that we’re the toy makers behind this door
hehehehehe, ha

[outro: trip b]
toys, toys, get your toys. they rot, they stink but boy are they f~cking fun to make

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