Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mutilator, artist - Insane Clown Posse.
Date of issue: 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 |