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Welcome to the tilt-a-whirl
All you muthafuckas are gonna die
Everybody! You're dying everyday, constantly
I'll kill myself right muthafuckin' now
And still won't die, try me
Wicked clowns never, never die, whut?
Oh my goody look a chicken
Keep your money here's a ticket
Hold up keep your kids out here
They too young to play in there
Step right up now strap them in
Lock it tight under his chin
Clamp his arms up to his side
It's gonna be a helly ride
Now if you misplace an item
Psychopathic's sure to find them
If you lose your nugget, yo
Hatchet ain't responsible
Look and wonder if you will
Cause we about to rip and kill
Think about your every sin
As our tilt-a-whirly spins
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Looky look a fancy fuck
With his wallet up his butt
Give the wealthy what they want
Fuck a line put him up front
Welcome to our spectacle
Carny rides eccentrical
Hope you like it even though
Have to mingle with the poor
Here you go sir have a seat
You've got good taste this ride is neat
Tell ya now the ride is fast
Might want me to hold your cash
We gonna spin until your soul
Leaves your body dead and cold
Tilt-a-whirly sprayin' blood
All over the neighborhood
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Watch you die, watch you all die
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
You deserve to die, time for you to die
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, wheee
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, *squeak*
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Welcome buddy, what you did
Like to punch up on your kids
Scoot all them dead bodies down
We gonna go another round
Excuse us while we clean up here
Pile them up on over there
Strap them up and start the show
This time speed it up some more
Tell me any last requests
Before your guts rip out your chest
Fuck all that don't give them nothin'
Slap his ass and press the button
Fair enough, another down
Carnival don't fuck around
Fire up the tilt-a-whirl
And we'll see you all in hell
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
I'ma watch you die, time for you to die
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Round and round and round you go
Round and round and round you go
Yo, the dark carnival will never die
I mean that's all we do is think about dyin'
We wish we die, we hope we die
The only problem is...
We ain't never ever ever gonna die motherfucker!
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
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