ICP feat. Twizted &amp Maniac Killa(Juggalo Remix) Lyrics

Hello, Hi I'm s___gs
I don't know, maybe you heard of me
The Southwest Strangla
That one guy from icp
No
Well, it's cool maybe you don't know what to expect
Allow me to extend my hand
In friendship to shake your f___in' neck
As if you don't know, well you don't gotta clue
2dope, maniac killa from dark lotus crew
Oh s___ d___, lemme quit chokin' ya
Sike, UUhh..uhh...ahhhhahaha

I need a cigarette before I go ballistic
s_____ics of my mind frame
Explains when I'm insane
I'm twiztid branded
With the mark or the axe
A minor relaps and all I wanna do is split backs
Biaatch
I'm a maniac
But, you gotta understand that a
I can't control my hands and a
I'll love ta choke you if I can and a
Never once
Nowhere in my mind as I was sane
Ever since I remember, kill is just a game

[x2]
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
See me on the streets b____, don't get killed
My mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side
Who wanna die
Who wanna die

Uhh..
Watch me, I tippie toe
Richie, your death is slow
No run, nowhere to hide
One more, one homicide
Who cares, when I was hungry
Passed out, dead with no money
Mama, she cleaned your toilets
Mama, she bought my bullets
Bullets, can be so pretty
Watch out, ugly and b_____
Fear not, I am no sicko
Your life, not worth the nickle
Don't go, I will not eat you
Your kind, I will defeat you
Mama, never expected
Mama, Her pain corrupted

[x2]
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
See me on the streets b____, don't get killed
My mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side
Who wanna die
Who wanna die

I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
A maniac killa, don't get killed
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
A maniac killa, don't get killed

I be the maniac K-I double L-A
I slit their f___in' throats and have
s__ with all the bodies, I'm a r_____
People call me special though
I keep my victims eyelids
In a mennilla office envelopes
I split you like a cantalope
To see whatd on your mind
Smokin' trees, keep me find
well at least most of the time
Till i'm on your front lawn
Waitin' in the cold, the lights on
But don't look like nobody home

At last I come creepin' threw darkness
Missin' this dark and take out any carcass
Dumpin' out my big dugs
A couple suckas playin' dub with they gases
Nobody else ghetto path
Huh m____fucka, give up your bread
This is blaze ya dead homie sickin' the head
I've been dead
I thought you knew, I'm a maniac killa
Psycho, thug, fillin' body bags on the daily whut

[x4]
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
See me on the streets b____, don't get killed
My mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side
Who wanna die
Who wanna die

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