ICP: Southwest strangla

Ahhh, make way for the lunaticI wanna stop, I drive by the camp quickI want necks 2 or 3 maybe moreTo squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some moreI came up, walkin down BoulavardThen this girl, she makes my nutsack hardI dont know, what about my mental stateThey might find a bitch dead, theres nothin else that I hate lessHey man jump in, toots, hungary? Well I got some, nutsOh shit, shes runnin on my wangThen somethin goes, snap, bangEh bitch, ha ha, dieHer neck long, skinny like a french frieSo I twist, turn, tangle then I strangleCuz Im the Southwest StranglaI want necks, long, tall, skinnyAny ol necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sidney, SueI want, necks, so I go to the zooI choke a Pelican, I did it rightI choke an Ostrich, long ass neckBut Id rather be killen at the promI pick up my date, I get to meet her momHello Miss I hurry home quickAll I wanna do is choke her neck a bitWorry not, I bring the corpse backI just wanna hear a neck bone snapWhy me? Hey Im sweatin Comosion, dillusion, confusion, psychoAll I wanna do is kiss you good-byeBefore I mangle yaCuz Im the Southwest StranglaI got the southside scared, cuz Im weirdI was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beardI sit alone in the back of the art classAnd draw necks with a big red dashI never thought Id be a lunaticA descrase, a droped out mental caseI quit school, but I never left the hallI grab kids and drag em in between a wallHear em scream, echo through the gym classYou hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaftThey call me, The Ghost of the Bad LandsBut Im really just a killa, with big handsAllow me to squeeze your neck dearUntil your brains pop dead out your fucken earBurry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones...Cuz Im the Strangla