Представляем точный текст композиции "Tilt-a-whirl" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста ICP (Insane Clown Posse) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Tilt-a-whirl» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую ICP (Insane Clown Posse) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - "Tilt-a-whirl"
Lyrics to Tilt-a-whirl : Welcome to the tilt-a-whirl All you mutha fuckas are gonna die Everybody! Youre dying everyday, constantly Ill kill myself right mutha fuckin now And still wont die (try me) Wicked clowns never (never) die, whut Oh my goody look a chicken Keep your money heres a ticket Hold up keep your kids out here They too young to play in there Step right up now strap em in Lock it tight under his chin Clamp his arms up to his side Its gonna be a helly ride Now if you misplace an item Psychopathic straight up find em If you lose your nugget yo Hatchet aint responsible Look and wonder if you will Cuz we about to rip and kill Think about your every sin As our tilt-a-whirly spins They... all... die... die... They... all... die... die... Looky look a fancy fuck With his wallet up his butt Give the wealthy what they want Fuck the line put him up front Welcome to our spectacle Carny rides eccentrical Hope you like it even though Hafta mingle with the poor Here you go sir have a seat Youve got to take this ride, its 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 They... all... die... die... They... all... die... 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 can go another round Excuse us while we clean up here Pile them up on over there Strapem up then 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 dont giveem nothin Slap his ass and press the button Fair enough now another down Carnival dont fuck around Fire up the tilt-a-whirl And well see you all in hell They... all... die... die... They... all... die... die... [background] Round and round and round you go [background] Yo, the dark carnival will never die. I mean thats all we do is think about dyin. We wish we die, we hope we die. The only problem is, We aint never ever ever gonna die motherfucker! [Chorus till fade] [ Tilt-a-whirl Lyrics ]
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