| Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue
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| Of the psychopathic wicked clown is finna do Creeping through the backyards underneath the moon
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| Only three blocks away, the joker looney toon
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| Listen to the loon, listen to the pain
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| Listen to the one they call the Violent J Insane
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| Watch me as I duck and I dash through the night
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| I can see the shadows of the moon in my butcher knife
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| Pretty little world has created this monster
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| See me living with a dead body in a dumpster
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| Laughing in your castle but I can’t crush your moat
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| But then I take a boat and cut your fucking throat
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| So now I’m getting closer so I crawl under a house
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| I’m waiting for the car to pass and then I crawl back out
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| Another block down just a little ways to go… Hello?
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| I’m the neck cutter and I’m three blocks away (3x)
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| Violent Violent, Violent J
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| I’m the neck cutter and I’m three blocks away (3x)
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| J, J, Violent J I can hear the crickets and the creatures of the night
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| You can hear me drag my foot and scrape my butcher knife
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| I can hear the owl as it trims a wicked tune
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| You can hear the loons, the loons, the loons
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| Listen to the little pitter-patter of my feet
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| As I howl like a dog and I’m running down the street
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| Hiding in the trees, hiding in the bushes
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| You’re sitting on your couch and I’m underneath your cushions
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| Stab you in the back of the head, why not?
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| Your little governor is taking everything I got
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| I can’t feed a family, I can’t feed a dog
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| So I cut your fucking head off, hey
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| Wickey, wickey jokers and you know we show and prove
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| Jumping over roof tops, juggaluga move
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| Tell me have you ever seen a ghetto freak show
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| Hello?
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| I’m the neck cutter and I’m two blocks away (3x)
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| Violent Violent, Violent J
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| I’m the neck cutter and I’m two blocks away (3x)
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| J, J, Violent J I gotta kill her
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| I have to kill her
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| I’m gonna kill her
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| I’m gonna kill her
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| I’m gonna…
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| You can think I’m joking on my joker while you laugh
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| I’m coming to your house I’m finna cut your neck in half
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| Everywhere I go the grim reaper stays on me Cuz the fucker knows I’m always leaving dead bodies
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| I can see him standing at the end of the block
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| Cuz somebody’s clock is running out of tock
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| Slip in the cracks of the walls of the eave
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| All that’s justified as every punishment received
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| Everything you’ve ever done to me is out of hate
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| I’m begging on my knees and you slam your golden gate
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| So I pick myself up and I snuck around the back
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| And took your money stack then stabbed your fucking neck
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| Slowly only go as the night air is calm
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| I might stop and chill and drink a 40 on the lawn
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| Right before I take the final step to your front door
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| Hello
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| I’m the neck cutter and I’m one block away (3x)
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| Violent Violent, Violent J
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| I’m the neck cutter and I’m one block away (3x)
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| J, J, Violent J
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| I’m going up there (I'm the neck cutter) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Loons , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album Ringmaster, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп