Ahhhhhh!!! Make way for the lunatic
I wanna stop, I try, I can't quit
I want necks, two or three, maybe more
To squeeze again and again....and squeeze some more
A pretty girl walking down the boulevard
She looks good, she makes my nutsac hard
I don't know...what about my mental state?
They might find the bitch dead floating in a lake
Hey babe, jump in...toots
Hungry?
Well, I got some...nuts
Oh shit, she's sucking on my wang
Then something goes...Snap!! Bang!!
Squeeeeze!! Bitch!! haha!! Die!!
Her neck...long, skinny like a french fry
So I twist...turn...tangle
Then I strangle
Cause I'm the Southwest Stranglaaaaa!!
"I'd just like to say to the families that I'm terribly sorry.
I know that you will never forgive me for what I've done to your loved ones.
And now I'll pay for my crimes.
I know I can never bring them back
But I want you to know that I'll miss them just as much as you.
I never knew them personally, but I'll miss them."
I want necks...long, tall
Skinny
Any ol' neck at all
If any
Jenny
Lenny
Cindy
Sue
I want...necks...so I go to the zoo
I choke a pelican, I gets wack
I choke an ostrich, long ass neck
But I'd rather be killing at the prom
I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom
"Hello Miss, I'll have her home quick
All I wanna do is choke her neck a bit
Worry not, I'll bring the corpse back
I just wanna hear her neck bone snap."
Why me?
Hey!! I'm sweating
Convulsions
Delusions
Confusions
Psycho
All I wanna do is kiss you goodbye before I mangle ya
Cause I'm the Southwest Strangla
"I can't explain the way I feel sometimes when I've killed someone.
I feel warm inside.
I feel that I've accomplished something, that I've done something good with my life.
But then, when I look at what I'm saying, I feel like...well,
I feel like some kind of nut case.
I know I shouldn't be saying that about myself, not really."
Psy-Psychopatchic!!
17 Dead!!
You're skitzophrenic, don't panic!!
Psychopatchic!!
17 Dead!!
I'm the Neck Cutta and I'm 1 block away!!
I got the Southside scared cause I'm weird
I was a freak, in the second grade, I had a beard
I'd sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red gash
I never thought I'd be a lunatic
A disgrace
I dropped out a mental case
I quit school but I never left the hall
I grab kids and drag them in between a wall
You hear them scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me choking bitches up in the vent 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, dear
Until your brains pop dead out your fucking ear
Bury it in my backyard with the twisted spine, broken bones
Cause I'm the Strangla
I know I don't deserve any special treatment from any of you.
But I would like--I would like at least one last request before you execute me, if possible.
It's--it's not really much.
I would just like a nice, cold, 2-liter of Faygo. Oh...thank you. (sip)
Okay...FRY ME!!