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Insane Clown Posse

Keep On Choppin'

 

Keep On Choppin'

(album: Woh The Weeping Weirdo - 2023)


Hijacked a Monte Carlo just west of Chicago
The driver's handcuffed and duct-taped in the trunk
Ooh, I get that rush when I feel all that blood gush
It's like a fifth of Absolut to a drunk
'Course I'm wanted by the feds, but I stay high on my meds
Doing my boogie dance in some family's home
To dismember all four's a fucking fantastic score
The better I feel, the more I spread the bone

I keep on chopping 'em, baby
I keep on chopping 'em, baby
I keep on chopping 'em, baby
I keep on chopping 'em, baby

I went from Phoenix, Arizona all the way through Tacoma
Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A
Northern California, where the girls are much warmer
They're just begging me to chop 'em away

I keep on chopping 'em, baby (I do what I do)
I keep on chopping 'em, baby (I adore ya, too)
I keep on chopping 'em, baby (Gotta love what I do)
I keep on chopping 'em, baby (Who the fuck is you?)

I keep on chopping
Chopping 'em, baby
I keep on chopping
Chopping 'em, baby
Woo, baby, baby, babe

Sometimes it's lonely inside, my fetish for homicide
Gets me feeling like I'm some kind of dork
Don't get me misconstrued, I'm just a regular dude
Who's wanted for dismemberment of a corpse
Right back through Phoenix, Arizona all the way through Tacoma
Philadelphia, Atlanta, Delray
Northern California, where there's less paranoia
They're just begging me to chop 'em away

I keep on chopping 'em, baby (I do what I do)
I keep on chopping 'em, baby (I adore ya, too)
I keep on chopping 'em, baby (Gotta love what I do)
I keep on chopping 'em, baby (Who the fuck is you?)
I keep on chopping 'em, baby (I do what I do)
I keep on chopping 'em, baby (I adore ya, too)
I keep on chopping 'em, baby (Gotta love what I do)
I keep on chopping 'em, baby (Who the fuck is you?)
Chopping and chopping and chopping

Fatto

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