Insane Clown Posse - The Loons lyrics

Phone ring "Hello?"
"Neck cutta" "Pardon?"
"Neck cutta" "Who is this?"
"Neck cutta"
"Who do you wish to speak with?" "Your neck"
"What? Hello?" "Neck cutta, neck cutta, neck
Cutta, neck cutta, neck cutta"

Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue
Of what the psychopathic wicked
Clown was finna do
Creeping through the backyards
Underneath the moon
Only three blocks away, the joker looney toon
Listen to the loon, listen to the pain
Listen to the one they call
The Violent J Insane watch me as I duck and
I dash through the night
I can see the shadows of the
Moon in my butcher knife
Pretty little world has created this monster


See me living with a dead body in a dumpster
Laughing in your castle but I
Can't cross your moat but then I take a boat
And cut your fucking throat
Well, now I'm getting closer so
I crawl under a house
I'm waiting for the car to pass
And then I crawl back out
Another block down, just a little ways to go
Phone ring "Hello?"

I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
Violent Violent, Violent J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
J, J, Violent J

I can hear the crickets and
The creatures of the night
You can hear me drag my foot
And scrape my butcher knife
I can hear the owl as it chirps a wicked tune
You can hear the loons, the loons, the loons
Listen to the little pitter patter of my feet
As I howl like a dog and
I'm running down the street
Hiding in the trees, hiding in the bushes
You're sitting on your couch
And I'm underneath your cushions
Stab you in the back of the head, why not?
Your little governor has taken
Everything I got
I can't feed a family, I can't feed a dog
So I cut your fucking head off, hey
Wickey, wickey jokers and you
Know we show improve
Jumping over roof tops, juggalugga move
Tell me
Have you ever seen a ghetto freak show?
Phone ring "Hello?"

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
Violent Violent, Violent J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
J, J, Violent J

I, I gotta kill her i, I have to kill her
I'm, I'm gonna kill her i'm gonna kill her
I'm gonna kill her i'm gonna kill her

You can think I'm choking on
My joker while you laugh
I'm coming to your house
I'm finna cut your neck in half
Everywhere I go, the Grim Reaper stays on me
'Cause the fucker knows I'm
Always leavin' dead bodies
I can see him standing at
The end of the block
'Cause somebody's clock is running
Out of tock slip through the cracks in the
Walls of the eave all is justified
As every punishment received
Everything you've ever done to me
Is out of hate i'm beggin' on my knees
And you slam your golden gate
So I pick myself up and
I snuck around the back
And took your money stack then
Snapped your fucking neck
Slowly only go as the night air is calm
I might stop and chill and drink
A 40 on the lawn
Right before I take the final
Step to the front door phone ring "Hello"

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
Violent Violent, Violent J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
J, J, Violent J

I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)
I'm comin' up there
I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)
I'm comin' up there
I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)
I'm comin' up there
I'm comin' up to your house
(I'm the neck cutter) up to your house
I gotta do (I'm the neck cutter)
What I gotta do
I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)

Comin' to your front door
(I'm the neck cutter) bitch, I'm comin'
Comin' to your front door
(I'm the neck cutter)
Front door, front door, front door
"Gonna kill these mother fuckers
I'm the neck cutter" doorbell
Gunshots "Honey? Honey! I got him! Woo hoo!
I got him in his
Fucking head! He won't be coming
Around here no more!"

He says the bears are now being sold at-
To know that, you know
Parents are concerned is- radio static
"Hello, and welcome back to Pillow talk
I hope you're with your bitch
'cause it's time to get cozy with the ICP so
Just wind back with a sparkling glass of
Faygo while Violent J tells
You the poetry that
Just makes the bitches melt only on WLUV"