ICP - Southwest strangla

Ahhh, make way for the lunatic I wanna stop, I drive by the camp quick I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more I came up, walkin down Boulavard Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard I dont know, what about my mental state They might find a bitch dead, theres nothin else that I hate less Hey man jump in, toots, hungary? Well I got some, nuts Oh shit, shes runnin on my wang Then somethin goes, snap, bang Eh bitch, ha ha, die Her neck long, skinny like a french frie So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle Cuz Im the Southwest Strangla I want necks, long, tall, skinny Any ol necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sidney, Sue I want, necks, so I go to the zoo I choke a Pelican, I did it right I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck But Id rather be killen at the prom I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom Hello Miss I hurry home quick All I wanna do is choke her neck a bit Worry not, I bring the corpse back I just wanna hear a neck bone snap Why me? Hey Im sweatin Comosion, dillusion, confusion, psycho All I wanna do is kiss you good-bye Before I mangle ya Cuz Im the Southwest Strangla I got the southside scared, cuz Im weird I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard I sit alone in the back of the art class And draw necks with a big red dash I never thought Id be a lunatic A descrase, a droped out mental case I quit school, but I never left the hall I grab kids and drag em in between a wall Hear em scream, echo through the gym class You hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaft They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands But Im really just a killa, with big hands Allow me to squeeze your neck dear Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones...Cuz Im the Strangla