Tilt-A-Whirl - Icp (insane Clown Posse)



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, r



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