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ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE) lyrics : "Tilt-A-Whirl"

Welcome to the tilt-a-whirl
All you mutha $#&@as are gonna die
Everybody! You're dying everyday, constantly

I'll kill myself right mutha $#&@in 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 $#&@

With his wallet up his butt
Give the wealthy what they want
$#&@ 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

$#&@ all that don't give'em nothin'
Slap his $$# and press the button
Fair enough now another down

Carnival don't $#&@ 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 mother$#&@er!
[Chorus till fade]

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