Insane Clown Posse - Sally McNally lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse - Sally McNally lyrics]
"This shit’s fire" "Last year
Detective Dick Lubanus of Tallahassee
Florida’s Cold Case unit dove into the 1988
Murder of Sally McGuinness, who went
Missing after a night on the
Town three weeks later
Her body was discovered, beheaded
In a wooden ravine
Just two miles from home would DNA
Technology unavailable at the time of
The murder finally reveal who was
Responsible for this heinous crime?"
The sick dude wait's
Looming she enters the room to doom
He makes her get nude the dick rapes her
And then takes and consumes a
Full broomstick up her butt
No bullshit, he duct tapes it shut
His dick skeets, she’s deceased
At least at peace
He retrieves meat freezer keys
And opens it to a cold breeze, throws her in
Frozen, no degrees
So he’ll have more when he please
"Don’t miss Darkness Falls, Thursday night
The ID track"
It was a muggy midnight lightning storm
(Lightning storm) bored with my wife
My penis wouldn’t perform (The norm)
Stretched out on my couch, it happened to me
(Happened to me)
Her story appeared on the channel ID
Murder TV how quick she ripped and tore out
My whole heart was a trip
Her picture crushed my soul down then sucked
It right out through my dick (Loogie spit)
Her hair bouffant
Eyeliner all heavy and smudged (And smudged)
Told me she was a head banging
Hair metal true 80’s slut
Re-enactment dramatics bullshit tactics
Only two real pics of you?
One from ‘86, the other Christmas ‘82
You still split this wig, boo
Couldn’t hack it
Feathered hairdo, and leather jacket
Hot rock babe, too blurry old pics
Shown quick, left me with a furry swol dick
You’re not just some dumb dead bitch
From the past to me
Speaking that shit is blasphemy
Wait, keep that dead girl she’s beautiful
Since I seen you on that murder show
Dreams keep comin’ back (Keep comin’ back)
I dream you’re not from back
Then, you’re from right now, in fact
(Not wack) we’re roasting smores
Then comes the big reality check
We leaned to kiss, then your
Head falls right into flames
Rolls off your neck
Why did that fucker have to kill you so cold?
(Kill you so cold) why are you from the 80’s
If you never got whacked? (You still be)
That re-enactment of your death was a shame
You can’t replicate sweet dead
Sally McNally, pal, you learn
Who was she? Tell me anything! She
Looked like a stoner, drinkin'
Probably headbanged!
Her crime doc, for me
Meant a strange life change
Content, for my wife, estrangement
Feeling a little deranged and bent
I set myself down to
Sally’s killer’s arraignment
Now my ass down to Tallahassee
Found the gala quite classy i’m
In a suit and tie
I had to shoot the guy in the head quick
I dashed he’s dead now
With the devil’s dick in his ass
Broad daylight, I’m graveyard shoveling
You don’t give a fuck with the love I’m in
No
I’m Dig Dug, boo let’s get you a bub
I’ma sleep with your boney bones
And give ‘em love
I hope that miss McNally is coming mummified
You feel me
Sally boo? Give me something I can ride
If we super lucky, it’ll be a hole there
A hole anywhere fuck
I don’t care i’m trying to go there
Bitch, at least give me something to hump in
Just a clumpin’, a fuckin’ lump or something
Damn all bones just like my life all bones
I wish there was more left
Of you than just bones (Than just bones)
As you and you killer in that poor room
Like I did won’t bring you home
If you’d have had a daughter
That’d be the bomb
I’d be a wang-a tang-a bangin’
That bad bitch out backward
Picturing her mom
I’m back home i guess I’ll never get with ya
Sweet dead metal head, I’ll never forget ya
Sally McNally, not just another dead name
A dead face, and reference to a case
Then erased no, baby, rewind, baby, be mine
I like your hairdo let me get near you
So, you met with disaster no one has to know
Me and you
Let’s right a brand new forevermo’
Let me hear your laughter, a little gigglin’
Baby, live again let’s get
Them titties jigglin’
You ain’t a dead bitch you’re just dead wrong
Or maybe dead dumb if you ain’t headstrong
You only die when you’ve given
Up try gettin’ up
Who gives a fuck? Fly around and live it up
How real are you? Feelin’ part two?
Three, four, five, six, bitch? Start to
Let’s mix, switch autofix, quick
Fix all those chicks, give ‘em pole dicks
Dead in ‘88, I said, "lady, wait"
You made it through to ‘92, I’m remindin’ you
Hard on the dillas, billion dollar billas
Resurrectin’ like Shangri-La pillas
So dead that dead talk, dead is ‘85
Born again, arrive, how about a tenant drive?
Six-sixty-five round trip, you bare to dip
And don’t forget, shit’s over in a blip
"That’s all you get, bitches!
My bag is empty
Just like your skulls! What the fuck
Are you still here for? Get
The fuck out of my
Beautiful, flawless, rotting, dead face! Ah
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Goodbye
Shitty-bitch shit heads! Hope you enjoyed
Playing with the poop!
You still here? How about I kiss your
Lips good with the blade of my axe? Oh
Shit! The dimension is folding again! Ah!"
Detective Dick Lubanus of Tallahassee
Florida’s Cold Case unit dove into the 1988
Murder of Sally McGuinness, who went
Missing after a night on the
Town three weeks later
Her body was discovered, beheaded
In a wooden ravine
Just two miles from home would DNA
Technology unavailable at the time of
The murder finally reveal who was
Responsible for this heinous crime?"
The sick dude wait's
Looming she enters the room to doom
He makes her get nude the dick rapes her
And then takes and consumes a
Full broomstick up her butt
No bullshit, he duct tapes it shut
His dick skeets, she’s deceased
At least at peace
He retrieves meat freezer keys
And opens it to a cold breeze, throws her in
Frozen, no degrees
So he’ll have more when he please
"Don’t miss Darkness Falls, Thursday night
The ID track"
It was a muggy midnight lightning storm
(Lightning storm) bored with my wife
My penis wouldn’t perform (The norm)
Stretched out on my couch, it happened to me
(Happened to me)
Her story appeared on the channel ID
Murder TV how quick she ripped and tore out
My whole heart was a trip
Her picture crushed my soul down then sucked
It right out through my dick (Loogie spit)
Her hair bouffant
Eyeliner all heavy and smudged (And smudged)
Told me she was a head banging
Hair metal true 80’s slut
Re-enactment dramatics bullshit tactics
Only two real pics of you?
One from ‘86, the other Christmas ‘82
You still split this wig, boo
Couldn’t hack it
Feathered hairdo, and leather jacket
Hot rock babe, too blurry old pics
Shown quick, left me with a furry swol dick
You’re not just some dumb dead bitch
From the past to me
Speaking that shit is blasphemy
Wait, keep that dead girl she’s beautiful
Since I seen you on that murder show
Dreams keep comin’ back (Keep comin’ back)
I dream you’re not from back
Then, you’re from right now, in fact
(Not wack) we’re roasting smores
Then comes the big reality check
We leaned to kiss, then your
Head falls right into flames
Rolls off your neck
Why did that fucker have to kill you so cold?
(Kill you so cold) why are you from the 80’s
If you never got whacked? (You still be)
That re-enactment of your death was a shame
You can’t replicate sweet dead
Sally McNally, pal, you learn
Who was she? Tell me anything! She
Looked like a stoner, drinkin'
Probably headbanged!
Her crime doc, for me
Meant a strange life change
Content, for my wife, estrangement
Feeling a little deranged and bent
I set myself down to
Sally’s killer’s arraignment
Now my ass down to Tallahassee
Found the gala quite classy i’m
In a suit and tie
I had to shoot the guy in the head quick
I dashed he’s dead now
With the devil’s dick in his ass
Broad daylight, I’m graveyard shoveling
You don’t give a fuck with the love I’m in
No
I’m Dig Dug, boo let’s get you a bub
I’ma sleep with your boney bones
And give ‘em love
I hope that miss McNally is coming mummified
You feel me
Sally boo? Give me something I can ride
If we super lucky, it’ll be a hole there
A hole anywhere fuck
I don’t care i’m trying to go there
Bitch, at least give me something to hump in
Just a clumpin’, a fuckin’ lump or something
Damn all bones just like my life all bones
I wish there was more left
Of you than just bones (Than just bones)
As you and you killer in that poor room
Like I did won’t bring you home
If you’d have had a daughter
That’d be the bomb
I’d be a wang-a tang-a bangin’
That bad bitch out backward
Picturing her mom
I’m back home i guess I’ll never get with ya
Sweet dead metal head, I’ll never forget ya
Sally McNally, not just another dead name
A dead face, and reference to a case
Then erased no, baby, rewind, baby, be mine
I like your hairdo let me get near you
So, you met with disaster no one has to know
Me and you
Let’s right a brand new forevermo’
Let me hear your laughter, a little gigglin’
Baby, live again let’s get
Them titties jigglin’
You ain’t a dead bitch you’re just dead wrong
Or maybe dead dumb if you ain’t headstrong
You only die when you’ve given
Up try gettin’ up
Who gives a fuck? Fly around and live it up
How real are you? Feelin’ part two?
Three, four, five, six, bitch? Start to
Let’s mix, switch autofix, quick
Fix all those chicks, give ‘em pole dicks
Dead in ‘88, I said, "lady, wait"
You made it through to ‘92, I’m remindin’ you
Hard on the dillas, billion dollar billas
Resurrectin’ like Shangri-La pillas
So dead that dead talk, dead is ‘85
Born again, arrive, how about a tenant drive?
Six-sixty-five round trip, you bare to dip
And don’t forget, shit’s over in a blip
"That’s all you get, bitches!
My bag is empty
Just like your skulls! What the fuck
Are you still here for? Get
The fuck out of my
Beautiful, flawless, rotting, dead face! Ah
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Goodbye
Shitty-bitch shit heads! Hope you enjoyed
Playing with the poop!
You still here? How about I kiss your
Lips good with the blade of my axe? Oh
Shit! The dimension is folding again! Ah!"