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What's this? For sale, Authentic cursed ding ding doll This is the real deal, people. The seller is a Ecuadorian father mourning the loss of young son, heh heh Fuck yeah! Send $66.50 to the Yum Yum Fun Corp Like it's really cursed. No refunds available Of course, like it's not fake. Fuck it. I'm gettin' it! I feel the cloth that wraps all across my face It goes all around my body, tied tight with lace I'm packaged in darkness, but in what am I encased? Is it a coffin or a gift box in which I'm placed? Just then, swiftly, I feel myself lift And hear thе voice of my owner, "I'm openin' this shit" What kid would wanna play with a ding ding doll Fеaturin' the human hair of an actual dead child? I'm sure (ha ha) One thing's known He found me on the dark web and shipped me home I'm hexed with a rare type of ancient Ecuadorian witchcraft On a dead kid's behalf Jimmy don't believe I'm real, but that's alright He don't seem very bright, he's probably dyin' tonight He pulled me outta the wrap, the air felt good And now he's readin' the tag stitched to my foot Beware, parents, Through this doll, The loss of our beloved child, Toby, is your child's gain But should they pull his string and hear Him sing, then you, too, will feel our pain I'm pullin' it! Fun, fun, such joyous fun you've had since your life began Joy, joy, a joyful toy I'll be when your life ends Soon I will get to watch you suffer, and I'll love it, I won't lie You pulled my string and made me sing, so ding ding It's time you die Jimmy started to worry that I could be authentic My tag said to hear me sing'll bring his death, and it meant it He chose to take no chances and thought of what to do When he saw the slight smile on my face was new Jimmy thought hard, the fire pit in the yard He pictured me a melted glob of ash and charred But that simple-minded plan turned into concern Soon as the boy learned ding dings don't burn Lighter fluid wouldn't do it, he finally said, screw it I know what to do, I'll pound some fuckin' nails through it Fake laughing as he ran to the garage, across the lawn Came back and thought he'd seen a mirage when I was gone Where the fuck did I put him? I left him right here Sittin' right in this chair, he searched everywhere Day became night, he finally went in for good When heard my singing from within the dark of the woods Fun, fun, such joyous fun you've had since your life began Joy, joy, a joyful toy I'll be when your life ends Soon I will get to watch you suffer, and I'll love it, I won't lie You pulled my string and made me sing, so ding ding It's time you die Jimmy laid awake thinkin' of the fate his sleep could bring Wishin' he never bought that fuckin' creepy thing He told himself, why bother trippin' it must be father trickin' him To teach him a lesson, there's no need for the stressin' Still, he thought he heard me sing again, but it was the cat (Meow) Layin' on his back, grippin' a bat, at anything he's quick to splat He wanna peep out the window, and almost did it But the thought of my face poppin' up told him forget it He finally slipped out of consciousness, it didn't take long I crept in with the hammer he left out on the lawn And them six-inch nails with the dog I made pals Slipped up in the bedroom, Jimmy be dead soon Put a nail to his temple under the moon's glow Dropped that heavy hammer and sunk it into his skull Both his eyes opened wide and stared into my own And while they slowly closed for good, I sang him my song Fun, fun, such joyous fun you've had since your life began Joy, joy, a joyful toy I'll be when your life ends Soon I will get to watch you suffer, and I'll love it, I won't lie You pulled my string and made me sing, so ding ding It's time you die Fun, fun, such joyous fun you've had since your life began Joy, joy, a joyful toy I'll be when your life ends Soon I will get to watch you suffer, and I'll love it, I won't lie You pulled my string and made me sing, so ding ding It's time you die
Writer(s): Joseph Bruce, Joseph William Utsler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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