| Close your eyes and relax, okay?
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| Alright, is Eddy around?
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| Can I hear from Eddy today?
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| Eddy, do you wanna tell me what’s on your mind
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| Bloody red, bloodshed, gutted hoes, and death
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| Hatin' women, I kill 'em 'til it ain’t none left
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| Call me Machete Eddy, tell Betty be ready
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| Slice her titties off and chop 'em into slops of spaghetti
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| Not good
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| Okay, how about Hank?
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| Hank, what’s up with you today?
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| How’s the diet going?
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| I wanna fuck a fat lady, have fat babies
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| And love 'em and shove 'em in a fat microwave oven
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| And eat 'em naked in my backyard at midnight grubbin'
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| Run to the toilet, guts bubblin', and blow it up
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| Jesus Christ
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| And what about Dan?
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| Is my friend Dan around today?
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| Dan man, here
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| I had three sisters, four brothers
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| I killed all of them fother muckers
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| A sacrifice for the girl I loved, who cares if she’s a he? |
| Listen
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| I was born a she, why do we keep missing?
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Don’t question why, in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Don’t question why, in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic
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| Eddy, are you there?
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| You’re not planning to harm any women, right?
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| Remember, we talked about self control
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| Fuck that, I’m gonna fuckin' murder Khloe Kardashian
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| Run straight through her front door and crash it in
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| Headbutt her motherfuckin' forehead and bash it in
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| Snap pics of the dead bitch and cash 'em in
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| Yeah, okay, and Hank?
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| How 'bout you, buddy?
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| How are you doing with self control?
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| It’s Fat Hank again
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| Uh, look here, I chewed off my own toe
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| The pain was vicious but the shit was delicious
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| I ate my left hand too, you think it’s dumb shit
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| But I don’t know though, yo, 'cause it was scrumptious
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| Dan, are you in there?
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| Dan, you’ve got someone at home who loves you very much
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| Somebody special, right?
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| I guess, but I kind of turned her head backwards
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| I heard a snap, her skin wrinkled, I whacked her silly
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| And I shaved all the hair off the back of her melon
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| And painted Love’s face there, «Welcome back,» I tell him or her
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| Obviously I need to increase your medication
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Don’t question why, in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Don’t question why, in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic
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| Eddy, do you remember the exercises to calm your anger?
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| How you feeling buddy?
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| I feel like I’m sick of killing hookers, it’s too easy
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| Cops say, «So what?» |
| and yawn
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| Unless you leave the bloody, naked slut on they lawn
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| They don’t give a shit, I need to off a bitch cop
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| A bitch judge, I need to… Say, Doc, what’s your wife do?
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| Let’s keep the focus on you, Eddy
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| So Hank, we talked about living a healthy lifestyle
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| What have you done to improve your health?
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| Uh, I shot an athlete in the head and ate his heart for a start
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| I shot a scholar in the heart and ate his brain for the smarts
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| I shot a porn star and ate his junk to be dick strong
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| But caught full blown AIDS, I’ll be gone before the song
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| Dan, have you been avoiding stress?
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| We talked about you relaxing and maybe having some fun
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| My buddy Dustin, lately (Hey Dustin)
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| We’ve been gagging each other (Oops)
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| So I’ve been shaggin' his 83-year-old mother
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| He was asleep, I cut his head off with a sword, classic
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| When he went to comb his hair, it wasn’t there, fantastic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Don’t question why, in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Don’t question why, in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic
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| All three of you are demented and I’ve had it
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| Eddy, I’m going home to be with my wife
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| Hank, you wanna eat something, try my balls
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| And Dan, I don’t know what you are, Dan
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Don’t question why, in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Don’t question why, in the mind of a lunatic
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| Three murderers, one morbid man
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| Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Triplex , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album Fearless Fred Fury, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп