Icp - Southwest Strangla lyrics

Ahhh, make way for the lunatic

I wanna stop, I drive by the camp quick

I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more

To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more

I came up, walkin down Boulavard

Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard

I don't know, what about my mental state

They might find a bitch dead, theres nothin else that I hate less

Hey man jump in, toots, hungary? Well I got some, nuts

Oh shit, she's runnin on my wang

Then somethin goes, snap, bang

Eh bitch, ha ha, die

Her neck long, skinny like a french frie

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, Sidney, 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 choke her neck a bit

Worry not, I bring the corpse back

I just wanna hear a neck bone snap

Why me? Hey I'm sweatin Comosion, dillusion, confusion, psycho

All I wanna do is kiss you 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 descrase, a droped out mental case

I quit school, but I never left the hall

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 dear

Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear

Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones

...Cuz I'm the Strangla