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| Artist: Icp (insane clown posse) Song: tilt-a-whirl lyrics Album: Non Album Tracks |
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| Welcome to the tilt-a-whirl All you mutha fuckas are gonna die Everybody! You're dying everyday, constantly I'll kill myself right mutha fuckin now And still won't die (try me) Wicked clowns never (never) die, whut Oh my goody look a chicken Keep your money here's a ticket Hold up keep your kids out here They too young to play in there Step right up now strap 'em in Lock it tight under his chin Clamp his arms up to his side It's gonna be a helly ride Now if you misplace an item Psychopathic straight up find 'em If you lose your nugget yo Hatchet ain't responsible Look and wonder if you will Cuz we about to rip and kill Think about your every sin As our tilt-a-whirly spins They: all: die: die: They: all: die: die: Looky look a fancy fuck With his wallet up his butt Give the wealthy what they want Fuck the line put him up front Welcome to our spectacle Carny rides eccentrical Hope you like it even though Hafta mingle with the poor Here you go sir have a seat You've got to take this ride, it's neat Tell ya now the ride is fast Might want me to hold your cash We gonna spin until your soul Leaves your body dead and cold Tilt-a-whirly sprayin' blood All over the neighborhood They: all: die: die: They: all: die: die: Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on Get up on it get up on it get up on it, wheee Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on Get up on it get up on it get up on it, *squeak* Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride Welcome buddy, what you did Like to punch up on your kids Scoot all them dead bodies down We can go another round Excuse us while we clean up here Pile them up on over there Strap'em up then start the show This time speed it up some more Tell me any last requests Before your guts rip out your chest Fuck all that don't give'em nothin' Slap his ass and press the button Fair enough now another down Carnival don't fuck around Fire up the tilt-a-whirl And we'll see you all in hell They: all: die: die: They: all: die: die: (*background*) Round and round and round you go (*background*) Yo, the dark carnival will never die. I mean that's all we do is think about dyin'. We wish we die, we hope we die. The only problem is, We ain't never ever ever gonna die motherfucker! (*chorus till fade*) |
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