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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
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