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insane clown posse - swings & chops lyrics

[intro]
alright, now that should just about do it for us here. now remember, if the voices continue, increase your dosage to two risperdal in the morning, two in the evening, and one right before bed

[verse 1: violent j]
my eyes roll to the back of my head when i (chop)
got life? well, i’ll k!ll you dead when i (chop)
turn your new white comforter red when i (chop)
speckle you tight with bl–dy blood shed when i (chop)
hey, batter batter, hey batter. f-ck you, i (swing)
this hatchet i wield. when it cuts you, it sting
take a low blow, you can be sure your nuts fling
i’m a monster, if there ever was. i just ([?])
first person, i’m splittin’ they dome when i (chop)
split the meat straight down to the bone when i (chop)
best believe it. i’m all in the zone when i (chop)
leave a dead body needin’ some bones when i (chop)
i grit my teeth every time i (swing)
cut through your beef every time i (swing)
i feel no grief every time i (swing)
big chief, dead body, ruler, high king

[pre-chorus]
(i’m crazy!) here we go, voices in stereo
(tell me when to do it again)
(i’m crazy!) here we go, voices in stereo
(tell me when to do it again)
(i’m crazy!) here we go, voices in stereo
(tell me when to do it again)
(come on! come on! come on!)

[chorus]
i got the moon in the sky and the gin in my gut (hey!)
got the voices in my brain, i’ll be k!llin’ or what (hey!)
i don’t want a loud gun that will attract some cops (hey!)
all i need it my hatchet (yeah! yeah!)
(some swings and some chops)

[verse 2: violent j]
step back. i swing like i must when i (chop)
not just a hole, your whole head’ll bust when i (chop)
we can be friends, but you better trust that i’ll (chop)
straight to brains. i hack to the brains when i (chop)
i swear, nothing can stop me. i (swing)
know kung fu? you’ll never block me. i (swing)
got one through. so what you socked me? i (swing)
crazies love me for so much chop meat i bring
better back up, avoid getting hacked, ‘cause i (chop)
afterwards, duct tape and wrap, ‘cause i (chop)
into a barrel you’ll probably get packed, ‘cause i (chop)
with these blades you don’t wanna get slapped, ‘cause i (chop)
kinda like a shaolin monk, i (swing)
chop your body parts into chunks. i (swing)
don’t matter if you brave or a punk. i (swing)
moonlight got me nutty and drunk, and i (swing)

[outro]
chop
chop

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