| Ahhh, make way for the lunatic
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| I wanna stop, I drive by the camp quick
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| I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more
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| To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more
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| I came up, walkin down Boulavard
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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, theres nothin else that I hate less
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| Hey man jump in, toots, hungary? |
| Well I got some, nuts
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| Oh shit, she’s runnin on my wang
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| Then somethin goes, snap, bang
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| Eh bitch, ha ha, die
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| Her neck long, skinny like a french frie
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| So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle
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| 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, Sidney, Sue
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| I want, necks, so I go to the zoo
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| I choke a Pelican, I did it right
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| I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck
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| But I’d rather be killen at the prom
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| I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom
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| Hello Miss I hurry home quick
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| All I wanna do is choke her neck a bit
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| Worry not, I bring the corpse back
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| I just wanna hear a neck bone snap
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| Why me? |
| Hey I’m sweatin Comosion, dillusion, confusion, psycho
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| All I wanna do is kiss you good-bye
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| Before 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
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| A descrase, a droped out mental case
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| I quit school, but I never left the hall
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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
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| But I’m really just a killa, with big hands
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| Allow me to squeeze your neck dear
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| Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear
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| Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones
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| …Cuz I’m the Strangla |