ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Southwest Strangla lyrics

rate me

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