Mutilation Mix

Insane Clown Posse lyrics

Insane Clown Posse lyrics

"Southwest Strangla Lyrics"

Reverend Girl Lyrics
we are for today we are for the moment we are a crusade but we are invalid 1 am rummaging stained my hands on her antique 2 am reverend girl

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
Not Supposed To Break Down Lyrics
You're not supposed to be human You're not supposed to really feel Not supposed to get involved With anything completely real Fifteen families starving All around the corner bloc
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, Sydny, 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 killen 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 choe 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 discrase A drop
Youve Taken Over Me Lyrics
WHILE THE WORLD KEEPS TURNING ROUND AND ROUND WHILE I FEEL I JUST CANT HEAR A SOUND I HEAR YOUR NAME I HEAR YOUR NAME I TRY TO GO BACK TO MY USUAL DAY I TRY TO SLIP BACK TO MY USUAL WAYS
ed 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 fucken ear Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones Cuz I'm the Strangla


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