"The Loons" lyrics

"Hello?"
"Neck cutta"
"Pardon?"
"Neck cutta"
"Who is this?"
"Neck cutta"
"Who do you wish to speak with?"
"Your neck"
"What? Hello?"
"Neck cutta, neck cutta, neck cutta, neck cutta, neck cutta"

Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue
Of what the psychopathic wicked clown was 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 cross your moat
But then I take a boat and cut your fucking throat
Well, 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
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
Violent Violent, Violent J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
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 chirps 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 has taken 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 improve
Jumping over roof tops, juggalugga move
Tell me, have you ever seen a ghetto freak show?
"Hello?"

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
Violent Violent, Violent J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
J, J, Violent J

I, I gotta kill her
I, I have to kill her
I'm, I'm gonna kill her
I'm gonna kill her
I'm gonna kill her
I'm gonna kill her

You can think I'm joking I'm a joker, why 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
'Cause the fucker knows I'm always leavin' dead bodies
I can see him standing at the end of the block
'Cause somebody's clock is running out of tock
Slip through the cracks in the walls of the eave
All is justified, as every punishment received
Everything you've ever done to me is out of hate
I'm beggin' 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 snapped 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 the front door
"Hello"

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
Violent Violent, Violent J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
J, J, Violent J

I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)
I'm comin' up there
I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)
I'm comin' up there
I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)
I'm comin' up there
I'm comin' up to your house (I'm the neck cutter)
Up to your house
I gotta do (I'm the neck cutter)
What I gotta do
I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)
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Comin' to your front door (I'm the neck cutter)
Bitch, I'm comin'
Comin' to your front door (I'm the neck cutter)
Front door, front door, front door
"Gonna kill these mother fuckers. I'm the neck cutter."

"Honey? Honey! I got him! Woo hoo! I got him in his fucking head! He won't be coming around here no more!"

He says the bears are now being sold at-
To know that, you know, parents are concerned is-

"Hello, and welcome back to Pillow talk. I hope you're with your bitch, 'cause it's time to get cozy with the ICP. So just wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo while Violent J tells you the poetry that just makes the bitches melt. Only on WLUV"