| I feel the cloth, it wraps all across my face
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| It goes all around my body, tied tight with lace
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| I’m packaged in darkness, but in what am I encased?
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| Is it a coffin or a gift box in which I’m placed?
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| Just then, swiftly, I feel myself lift
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| And hear the voice of my owner: I’m openin' this shit
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| What kid would wanna play with a ding ding doll
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| Featurin' the human hair of an actual dead child?
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| I’m sure, ha ha ha ha! |
| One thing’s known
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| He found me on the dark web and shipped me home
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| I’m hexed with a rare type of ancient Ecuadorian witchcraft
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| On a dead kid’s behalf
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| Jimmy don’t believe I’m real, but that’s alright
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| He don’t seem very bright, he’s probably dyin' tonight
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| He pulled me onto the wrap, the air felt good
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| And now he’s readin' the tag stitched to my foot
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| «Beware, parents: Through this doll, the loss of our beloved child, Toby,
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| is your child’s gain
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| But should they pull his string and hear him sing, then you, too,
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| will feel our pain.»
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| I’m pullin' it!
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| Fun, fun, such joyous fun you’ve had since your life began
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| Joy, joy, a joyful toy I’ll be when your life ends
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| Soon I will get to watch your suffer, and I’ll love it, I won’t lie
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| You pulled my string and made me sing, so ding ding
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| It’s time you die
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| Jimmy started to worry that I could be authentic
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| My tag said to hear me sing’ll bring his death, and it meant it
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| He chose to take no chances and thought of what to do
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| When he saw the slight smile on my face was new
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| Jimmy thought hard, the fire pit in the yard
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| He pictured me a melted glob of ash and charred
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| But that simple-minded plan turned into concern
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| Soon as the boy learned ding dings don’t burn
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| Lighter fluid wouldn’t do it, he finally said, screw it
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| I know what to do, I’ll pound some fuckin' nails through it
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| Fake laughing as he ran to the garage, across the lawn
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| Came back and thought he seen a mirage when I was gone
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| Where the fuck did I put him? |
| I left him right here
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| Sittin' right in this chair, he searched everywhere
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| Day became night, he finally went in for good
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| When heard my singing from within the dark of the woods
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| Fun, fun, such joyous fun you’ve had since your life began
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| Joy, joy, a joyful toy I’ll be when your life ends
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| Soon I will get to watch your suffer, and I’ll love it, I won’t lie
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| You pulled my string and made me sing, so ding ding
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| It’s time you die
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| Jimmy laid awake thinkin' of the fate his sleep could bring
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| Wishin' he never bought that fuckin' creepy thing
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| He told himself, why bother trippin' it must be father trickin' him
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| To teach him a lesson, there’s no need for the stressin'
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| Still, he thought he heard me sing again, but it was the cat (Meow)
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| Layin' on his back, grippin' a bat, and anything he’s quick to splat
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| He wanna peep out the window, and almost did it
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| But the thought of my face poppin' up told him forget it
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| He finally slipped out of consciousness, it didn’t take long
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| I crept in with the hammer he left out on the lawn
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| And them six-inch nails with the dog I made pals
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| Slipped up in the bedroom, Jimmy be dead soon
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| Put a nail to his temple under the moon’s glow
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| Dropped that heavy hammer and sunk it into his skull
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| Both his eyes opened wide and stared into my own
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| And while they slowly closed for good, I sang him my song
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| Fun, fun, such joyous fun you’ve had since your life began
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| Joy, joy, a joyful toy I’ll be when your life ends
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| Soon I will get to watch your suffer, and I’ll love it, I won’t lie
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| You pulled my string and made me sing, so ding ding
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| It’s time you die
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| Fun, fun, such joyous fun you’ve had since your life began
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| Joy, joy, a joyful toy I’ll be when your life ends
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| Soon I will get to watch your suffer, and I’ll love it, I won’t lie
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| You pulled my string and made me sing, so ding ding
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| It’s time you die |