Swings & Chops Songtext
von Insane Clown Posse

Happy, Haunted Holidays bitch!
Psychopathic Records gives to you the Gift of the wicked shit!

Alright, now that should just about do it For us here
Now remember, if the voices continue Increase your dosage to two
Risperdal in The morning,
Two in the evening, and one Right before bed


My eyes roll to the back of my head when I (Chop)
Got life? Well, I′ll kill you dead when I (Chop)
Turn your new white comforter red when I (Chop)
Speckle you tight with bloody blood shed When I (Chop)
Hey, batter batter, hey batter
Fuck you I (Swing)
This hatchet I wield when it cuts you, it sting
Take a low blow, you can be sure your Nuts fling
I'm a monster, if there ever was I just Bling
First person I′m splittin' they dome when I (Chop)
Split the meat straight down to the bone When I (Chop)
Best believe it, I'm all in the zone when I (Chop)
Leave a dead body needin′ some bones When I (Chop)
I grit my teeth every time I (Swing)
Cut through your beef every time I (Swing)
I feel no grief every time I (Swing)
Big chief, dead body, ruler, high king

(I′m crazy!) Here we go, voices in stereo
(Tell me when to do it again)
(I'm crazy!) Here we go, voices in stereo
(Tell me when to do it again)
(I′m crazy!) Here we go, voices in stereo
(Tell me when to do it again)
(Come on! Come on! Come on!)

I got the moon in the sky and the Gin in My gut (Hey!)
Got the voices in my brain, I'll be killin′ or What (Hey!)
I don't want a loud gun that will attract Some cops (Hey!)
All I need is my hatchet (Yeah! Yeah!)
(Some swings and some chops)


Step back, I swing like I must when I (Chop)
Not just a hole, your whole head′ll bust When I (Chop)
We can be friends, but you better trust That I'll (Chop)
Straight to brains, I hack through the Brains when I (Chop)
I swear, nothin' can stop me I (Swing)
Know Kung Fu? You′ll never block me I (Swing)
Got one through, so what you socked Me? I (Swing)
Crazies love me for so much chopped Meat I bring
Better back up, avoid gettin′ hacked 'Cause I (Chop)
Afterwards, duct tape and wrap, ′cause I (Chop)
Into a barrel you'll probably get packed ′cause I (Chop)
With these blades you don't wanna get Slapped ′cause I (Chop)
Kinda like a Shaolin Monk I (Swing)
Cut your body parts into chunks I (Swing)
Don't matter if you brave or a punk I (Swing)
Moonlight got me nutty and drunk and I (Swing)

(I'm crazy!) Here we go, voices in stereo
(Tell me when to do it again)
(I′m crazy!) Here we go, voices in stereo
(Tell me when to do it again)
(I′m crazy!) Here we go, voices in stereo
(Tell me when to do it again)
(Come on! Come on! Yeah! Come on!)

I got the moon in the sky and the Gin in my gut (Hey!)
Got the voices in my brain, I'll be killin′ or What (Hey!)
I don't want a loud gun that will attract Some cops (Hey!)
All I need is my hatchet (Yeah! Yeah!)
(Some swings and some chops)

Chop
Chop
Chop