Southwest Strangla Lyrics by Shaggy 2 Dope

  • Album Release Date: 1995
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[Intro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
“[?] report that he allegedly shot people. [?]”
“Another dilemma police are facing is the actual looters. See, the airplane crashed on the freeway, and looters are coming from their homes and stealing luggage and other belongings of the dead passengers.”
“[?] peculiar. See, now the killer takes the prostitute’s severed-”

[Verse 1]
Ahhh, make way for the lunatic
I wanna stop, I try, but I can’t quit
I want necks, two or three, maybe four
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more
Pretty girly walkin’ down the Boulevard
Miniskirt, she makes my nutsack hard
I don’t know, what about my mental state
They might find a bitch dead, floatin’ in a lake
Hey babe, jump in, toots
Hungry? Well, I got some nuts
Oh shit, she’s suckin’ on my wang
Then something goes, snap, bang
SQUEEZE bitch, ha ha, die
Her neck long, skinny like a french fry
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle
‘Cause I’m the Southwest Strangla
[Interlude: Violent J]
“I’d just like to say to the family members that I’m terribly sorry. I know that you won’t ever forgive me for what I’ve done to your loved ones, and now I’ll pay for my crime. ”
(Hey lady, come here)
(Hey lady, come here)
(Hey lady, come here)
(Hey lady, come here)
“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.”

[Verse 2]
I want necks, long, tall, skinny
Any ol’ necks at all, if any…
Jenny, Penny, Cindy, Sue
I want, necks so I go to the zoo
I choke a pelican, I gets wreck
I choke an ostrich long ass neck
But I’d rather be chillin 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 bring the corpse back
I just wanna hear a neck bone snap (Uhhh)
Why me? Hey I’m sweatin’
Convulsion, delusion, confusion, psycho
All I wanna do is kiss you good-bye before I mangle ya
‘Cause I’m the Southwest Strangla
[Interlude: Violent J]
“I really can’t explain the way I feel. Sometimes when I’ve killed someone, I feel warm inside. I feel that I’ve accomplished something, you know, like I’ve done something good with my life.”
(Hey lady, come here)
(Hey lady, come here)
(Hey lady, come here)
(Hey lady, come here)
“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.”

Psychopathic, 17 dead
You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
Psychopathic, 17 dead
I’m the neck cutter, and I’m one block away

[Verse 3]
I got the south side scared, cuz I’m weird
I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sat alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red 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 ’em in between a wall
Hear ’em scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me chokin’ 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 fuckin’ ear
Bury ya in my back yard with a twisted spine broken bones
…Cuz I’m the Strangla
“Well, 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.”
(Hey lady, come here)
(Hey lady, come here)
(Hey lady, come here)
(Hey lady)
“It’s, it’s not really much. I would just like a nice cold two liter of Faygo. Oh, thank you. Thank you. Okay. Fry me.”

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