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    Insane Clown Posse / Lyrics

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    "Tilt-A-Whirl" Lyrics

    Insane Clown Posse

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    Genre:Hip-Hop
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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]
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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