Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mutilator , by - Insane Clown Posse. Release date: 16.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mutilator |
| So you wanna be a mutilator? |
| A crank windin' flesh and meat disintegrator? |
| Be a waste, huh? |
| A disgrace, huh? |
| You wanna stab and lick a face, see how it taste, huh? |
| Drag a blade some, incisions, make some |
| Just off a whim, saw off limbs and separate some |
| Not fittin' in? |
| Shit, don’t pretend |
| You wanna stab somebody, stab 'em, like it, stab again |
| Right off the bat, you grab it mad |
| You wanna stab anatomies |
| And jab the bladder like your fantasies |
| Don’t matter, fuck some casualties |
| The blood spat is bad and scattered fat you’re glad to see |
| But to erratically react can mean some automatic tragedies |
| A slicer, a sacrificer |
| You prefer the axe, it hacks at backs and necks nicer |
| A flesh invader, annihilator |
| I know exactly how ya feelin', boy, you wanna be a mutilator |
| Feels like I’m fallin' |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| Start down that road, you can’t turn back |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| Feels like I’m fallin' |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| Start down that road, you can’t turn back |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| I know you’re like, fuck it, make human nuggets |
| And when the torso’s all that’s left, you wanna hug it |
| Snap digits off, slice meat |
| You wanna slap their naked dead ass to the beat |
| Splashin' blood puddles, slip and slide |
| Lubricated bloody bodies pressed together glide |
| Stab a chainsaw through his dang skull |
| Thick and gluey blood spatter drains down the wall |
| Windows up a crack, in black you’re dressed |
| Cut to the back, they havin' sex |
| Weapon attack, I’m mad possessed |
| Jump out attackin', stabbin' necks |
| So what you snapped, you’re hella stressed |
| The pressure’s bad, you’re mad depressed |
| They chest collapsed, the savages |
| Now gladly ask the rest |
| To pull the heart out, through the armpit |
| Right from the start, they bled so hard, fuck up your carpet |
| Duct tape and wires, have fun with pliers |
| Bury the corpse and help 'em hang the missin' flyers |
| You loonin' mutilator |
| Feels like I’m fallin' |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| Start down that road, you can’t turn back |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| Feels like I’m fallin' |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| Start down that road, you can’t turn back |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| I set my room on fire |
| Hung myself with wires |
| Stabbed myself and still I won’t expire |
| What the fuck is wrong with folks like us? |
| Played chicken with a train |
| Shot Drano in my veins |
| Blew out my brains and yet I still remain |
| What’s wrong with folks like us? |
| I know my brain’s broken |
| Strangle myself, chokin' |
| Bleedin' out, both my wrists sliced open |
| What’s wrong with folks like us? |
| Swallowed a lit M-80 |
| Fucked the junkie bag lady raw |
| And still survived it all |
| What’s wrong with folks like us? |
| How come everyone |
| And land us in prison? |
| How come I’m not sorry? |
| I give no fucks to be forgiven |
| How come I hate that you’re livin'? |
| All I do is hate, that’s a given |
| I’m motivated by hate |
| When it comes to hatred, I’m driven |
| Incisions |
| Cartoon visions |
| You wanna remove a head without a blade |
| Well, that’s a brutal decision |
| I see ya smilin' |
| Devastation |
| I recognize what’s in ya eyes |
| It’s the flame of mutilation |
| Feels like I’m fallin' |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| Start down that road, you can’t turn back |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| Feels like I’m fallin' |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| Start down that road, you can’t turn back |
| You pay to play (A mutilator) |
| A mutilator |
| A mutilator |