The Loons Lyrics

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The Loons Lyrics

by ICP

ring"

"hello?"

"neckcutta"

"pardon?"

"neckcutta"

"who is this?"

"neckcutta"

"who do you wish to speak with?"

"your neck"

"what?"

"neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta, neck...cutta"



Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue

Of the psychopathic wicked clown is 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 crush your moat

But then I take a boat and cut your fucking throat

So 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...

"Hello?"



I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away (3x)

Violent Violent, Violent J

I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away (3x)



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 trims 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 is taking 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 and prove

Jumping over roof tops, juggaluga move

Tell me have you ever seen a ghetto freak show

"Hello?"



I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away (3x)

Violent Violent, Violent J

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away (3x)



J, J, Violent J

I gotta kill her

I have to kill her

I'm gonna kill her

I'm gonna kill her

I'm gonna...



You can think I'm joking 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

Cuz the fucker knows I'm always leaving dead bodies

I can see him standing at the end of the block

Cuz somebody's clock is running out of tock

Slip in the cracks of the walls of the eave

All that's justified as every punishment received

Everything you've ever done to me is out of hate

I'm begging 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 stabbed 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 your front door

"Hello"



I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away (3x)

Violent Violent, Violent J

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away (3x)



J, J, Violent J

I'm going up there (I'm the neck cutter)