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Ahhh make way for the lunatic i wanna stop, |
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I drive by the camp quick i want necks 2 or 3 maybe 4 |
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To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more |
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I came up, walkin down boulevard |
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Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard |
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I don't know, what about my mental state |
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They might find a bitch dead, there's nothin that |
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I less hate babe jump in, toots, hungry? |
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Well i got some, nuts oh shit, she's suckin on my wang |
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Then somethin goes, snap, bang eek bitch, ha ha, die |
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Her neck long, skinny like a french fry |
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So i twist, turn, tangle then i strangle cuz i'm the southwest strangla |
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I want necks, long, tall, skinny |
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Any ol' necks at all, if any jenny, linny, sydney, |
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Sue i want, necks, so i go to the zoo i choke a pelican, |
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I did it right i choke an ostrich, long ass neck |
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But i'd rather be killin at the prom i pick up my date, |
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I get to meet her mom hello miss i hurry home quick |
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All i wanna do is choke her neck, bitch worry not, |
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I bring the corpse back i just wanna hear her neck |
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Bone snap why me? hey i'm sweatin |
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Commotion, dilution, confusion, psycho |
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All i wanna do is kiss ya good-bye before |
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I mangle ya cuz i'm the southwest strangla |
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I got the southside scared, cuz i'm weird |
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I was a freak in the 2nd grade i had a beard |
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I sit alone in the back of the art class |
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And draw necks with a big red dash |
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I never thought, i'd be a lunatic a disgrace |
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A dropped out mental case i quit school, but i never left the halls |
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I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall |
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Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class |
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You hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaft |
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They call me, the ghost of the bad lands but |
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I'm really just a killa, with big hands |
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Allow me to squeeze your neck deer |
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Until your brains pops dead out your fuckin ear |
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Bury them in my back yard |
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With a twisted spine broken bones cuz i'm the strangla |
