Toy Box Chords by Insane Clown Posse

Tempo:
97 bpm
Chords used:

Am

E

Db

Bbm

C

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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"Toy Box" by Insane Clown Posse chords
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Ooh, I like this toy sound.
Watch it go.
[E] [Am]
[C] [E]
[Am]
[C] [B] [E]
[N]
I never knew any other girl or boys.
Only my toys.
[Am] Bang, bang, a red twist.
Nobody knows I'm pissed, and I'm pissed.
But [B] I won't be [E] mentally smart.
[Am] Gonna make toys of the graveyard.
Monday, Friday, Saturday.
It's all about show and tell.
I [C] will show [B] all [E] these bastards what I got.
Yo, check out my toy box.
[Ab]
[B] [Ab] [Db] [Ab]
[Bb]
Ah!
Nothing [N]
feels better than a good hearty heart [E]-heart, right boys [Am] and girls?
We got dead bodies everywhere you look.
All the nerds sitting [C] up front got cooked.
Others [E] start screaming and making a dash.
[N] So I start handing out toys fast at last.
You [Am] like Slinky's?
We got Slinky's.
Only I like to wrap the rocks in [C] place.
[E] And stretch, twist, consume, [N] and rip your body out of the fucking 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 every day that you get your skull split.
You [Am] like soldiers?
We got soldiers.
Made with butter and steel.
They look [Cm] real, [E] but I wouldn't just toss them under your bed.
That's how you get an extra [Am] to pose.
Head out, and don't let them sit around all day.
Come home and run your mouth dead in the hallway.
Cause they can [E] be shifty.
All the toys [Fm] are shifty.
[Ab] In my toy box.
[Db]
[Bb] [N]
That's not a toy.
Hey, wait a minute.
Don't fuck a homie, you could lose an ass.
And it's mine, motherfucker.
So gimme, gimme.
You want toys?
You come to the right place.
Try my little toys, more than light and metal taste.
Wind them up, let them go among all of ya.
Bing bang, cereal slaughterer.
Come on, reach in and get lucky.
Oh look, he's pulled out a rubber ducky.
It make a funny sound, man.
Bing bang, who the fuck is up his fucking hand?
Come on, cause I ain't done yet.
I remember you calling me point.
That's what you're gonna pay me.
My aggravation.
Weak into these little creations.
Creep in, you might find something wicked.
We can scare ya.
Chop, bing, bing, a derry.
I cut your head, a [G] robot with a sword.
And I'll shoot you dead [Db] too.
But [D] what for?
Wait a minute, I made you.
Get them, not me.
Wait a [G] minute, motherfucker.
[Dbm]
[Bb] [Db] Love
[E]
this [Db] [Dbm] record.
[Bbm] [Dbm]
[Gb] [Ab] [Db]
I love this record.
[Cm]
[Bm] [Bbm]
[Am] [Cm]
[Bm] [Bbm]
[Am] [Cm]
[Bm] [Bbm]
[Am] [Bbm] She don't talk as much.
And she really don't move [Am] around a lot.
She's still fresh.
[Bbm] She's still fun to be around.
[Am]
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!
Key:  
Am
2311
E
2311
Db
12341114
Bbm
13421111
C
3211
Am
2311
E
2311
Db
12341114
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Let's start jamming Insane Clown Posse - Toy Box chords, practice the chord sequence E, Am, Cm, Bm, Bbm, C, E, N, Am and C. A good strategy is to initiate at 48 BPM and then accelerate to the track's regular speed of 97 BPM. Configure the capo to your vocal range and chord preference, remembering the key of Gb Major.

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_ _ _ _ _ Ooh, I like this toy sound.
Watch it go. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [B] _ [E] _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I never knew any other girl or boys.
Only my toys.
_ [Am] Bang, bang, a red twist.
Nobody knows I'm pissed, and I'm pissed.
But [B] I won't be [E] mentally smart.
[Am] Gonna make toys of the graveyard.
Monday, Friday, Saturday.
It's all about show and tell.
I [C] will show [B] all [E] these bastards what I got.
Yo, check out my toy box.
[Ab] _ _
_ [B] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Db] _ [Ab] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ah!
Nothing _ _ [N] _ _
feels better than a good hearty heart [E]-heart, right boys [Am] and girls?
We got dead bodies everywhere you look.
All the nerds sitting [C] up front got cooked.
Others [E] start screaming and making a dash.
[N] So I start handing out toys fast at last.
You [Am] like Slinky's?
We got Slinky's.
Only I like to wrap the rocks in [C] place.
[E] And stretch, twist, consume, [N] and rip your body out of the fucking 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 every day that you get your skull split.
You [Am] like soldiers?
We got soldiers.
Made with butter and steel.
They look [Cm] real, [E] but I wouldn't just toss them under your bed.
That's how you get an extra [Am] to pose.
Head out, and don't let them sit around all day.
Come home and run your mouth dead in the hallway.
Cause they can [E] be shifty.
All the toys [Fm] are shifty.
[Ab] In my toy box. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ That's not a toy.
Hey, wait a minute.
Don't fuck a homie, you could lose an _ _ ass.
And it's mine, motherfucker.
So gimme, gimme.
You want toys?
You come to the right place.
Try my little toys, more than light and metal taste.
Wind them up, let them go among all of ya.
Bing bang, cereal slaughterer.
Come on, reach in and get lucky.
Oh look, he's pulled out a rubber ducky.
It make a funny sound, man.
Bing bang, who the fuck is up his fucking hand?
Come on, cause I ain't done yet.
I remember you calling me point.
That's what you're gonna pay me.
My aggravation.
Weak into these little creations.
Creep in, you might find something wicked.
We can scare ya.
Chop, bing, bing, a derry.
I cut your head, a [G] robot with a sword.
And I'll shoot you dead [Db] too.
But [D] what for?
Wait a minute, I made you.
Get them, not me.
Wait a [G] minute, motherfucker.
[Dbm] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Db] Love _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ this [Db] [Dbm] record. _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ [Dbm] _ _
_ [Gb] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I love this record. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [Bbm] She don't talk as much.
And she really don't move [Am] around a lot.
She's still fresh.
[Bbm] She's still fun to be around.
[Am]
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! _ _ _
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