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Southwest Strangla
- wykonawca: Insane Clown Posse
- album: Forgotten Freshness Vol. 1
Ahhh make way for the lunatic I wanna stop,
I drive by the camp quick I want necks 2 or 3 maybe 4
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more
I came up, walkin down Boulevard
Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard
I don't know, what about my mental state
They might find a bitch dead, there's nothin that
I less hate Babe jump in, toots, hungry?
Well I got some, nuts Oh shit, she's suckin on my Wang
Then somethin goes, snap, bang Eek bitch, ha ha, die
Her neck long, skinny like a French fry
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I want necks, long, tall, skinny
Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sydney,
Sue I want, necks, so I go to the zoo I choke a Pelican,
I did it right I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck
But I'd rather be killin at the prom I pick up my date,
I get to meet her mom Hello Miss I hurry home quick
All I wanna do is choke her neck, bitch Worry not,
I bring the corpse back I just wanna hear her neck
bone snap Why me? Hey I'm sweatin
Commotion, dilution, confusion, psycho
All I wanna do is kiss ya good-bye Before
I mangle ya Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I got the southside scared, cuz I'm weird
I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red dash
I never thought, I'd be a lunatic A disgrace
A dropped out mental case I quit school, but I never left the halls
I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall
Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaft
They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands But
I'm really just a killa, with big hands
Allow me to squeeze your neck deer
Until your brains pops dead out your fuckin ear
Bury them in my back yard
With a twisted spine broken bones Cuz I'm the Strangla
- album: Forgotten Freshness Vol. 1
Ahhh make way for the lunatic I wanna stop,
I drive by the camp quick I want necks 2 or 3 maybe 4
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more
I came up, walkin down Boulevard
Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard
I don't know, what about my mental state
They might find a bitch dead, there's nothin that
I less hate Babe jump in, toots, hungry?
Well I got some, nuts Oh shit, she's suckin on my Wang
Then somethin goes, snap, bang Eek bitch, ha ha, die
Her neck long, skinny like a French fry
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I want necks, long, tall, skinny
Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sydney,
Sue I want, necks, so I go to the zoo I choke a Pelican,
I did it right I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck
But I'd rather be killin at the prom I pick up my date,
I get to meet her mom Hello Miss I hurry home quick
All I wanna do is choke her neck, bitch Worry not,
I bring the corpse back I just wanna hear her neck
bone snap Why me? Hey I'm sweatin
Commotion, dilution, confusion, psycho
All I wanna do is kiss ya good-bye Before
I mangle ya Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I got the southside scared, cuz I'm weird
I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red dash
I never thought, I'd be a lunatic A disgrace
A dropped out mental case I quit school, but I never left the halls
I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall
Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaft
They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands But
I'm really just a killa, with big hands
Allow me to squeeze your neck deer
Until your brains pops dead out your fuckin ear
Bury them in my back yard
With a twisted spine broken bones Cuz I'm the Strangla