| Lyrics: | Ahhh make way for the lunatic I wanna stop, I drive by the camp quick I want necks 2 or 3 maybe 4 To
squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more I came up, walkin down Boulevard Then this girl, she
makes my nutsack hard I don't know, what about my mental state They might find a bitch dead, there's
nothin that I less hate Babe jump in, toots, hungry? Well I got some, nuts Oh shit, she's suckin on
my Wang Then somethin goes, snap, bang Eek bitch, ha ha, die Her neck long, skinny like a french fry
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla I want necks, long, tall,
skinny Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sydny, 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 I'd 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, bitch Worry not, I bring the corpse back I just wanna hear her neck bone snap Why me? Hey
I'm sweatin Commotion, dilution, confusion, psycho All I wanna do is kiss ya good-bye Before I
mangle ya Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla I got the southside scared, cuz I'm 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, I'd be a lunatic A discrase A dropped out mental case I quit school, but I
never left the halls 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 I'm really just a killa, with big hands Allow me to squeeze your neck deer Until your brains
pops dead out your fucken ear Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones Cuz I'm
the Strangla |
