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Mutilator
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Mutilator was released on February 17, 2022 by Psychopathic as a part of the album Wicked Vic
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Release DateFebruary 17, 2022
LabelPsychopathic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse
Performer
Joseph Bruce
Joseph Bruce
Rap
Joseph Utsler
Joseph Utsler
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Bruce
Joseph Bruce
Songwriter
Joseph Utsler
Joseph Utsler
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hit the clown
Clown, clown, clown, clown
So you wanna be a mutilator
A crank-winded flesh and meat disintegrator
Be a waste, huh? A disgrace, huh?
You wanna stab and lick a face, see how it tastes, huh?
Drag a blade some, incisions make some
Just off a whim, saw off limbs and separate some
Not fitting in, shit, don't pretend
You wanna stab somebody, stab 'em like it's stab again
Right off the bat, you grab it mad
You wanna stab anatomies and jab the bladder like your fantasies
Don't matter, fuck some casualties
The blood spat is bad, and scattered fat you're glad to see
But to erratically react can mean some automatic tragedies
A slicer, a sacrificer
You prefer the axe that hacks at backs and necks nicer
A flesh invader, annihilator
I know exactly how you're feeling, boy
You wanna be a mutilator
Feels like I'm falling
You paid to play (a mutilator)
Start down that road
(You can't turn back)
You paid to play (a mutilator)
Feels like I'm falling
You paid to play (a mutilator)
Start down that road
You can't turn back
You paid to play (a mutilator)
I know you like fucking, make human nuggets
And when the torso's all that's left, you wanna hug it
Snap digits off, slice meat
You wanna slap their naked dead ass to the beat
Splash in blood puddles, slip and slide
Lubricated bloody bodies pressed together glide
Stab a chainsaw through his dang skull
Thick and gluey blood spatter drains down the wall
Windows up a crack, you're black and dressed
Tied to the back, they're having sex
Weapon attack, a man possessed
Your body tag is stabbing necks
So what you snap, you're hella stressed
Oppressors mad, you're mad depressed
Their chest collapsed, the savages now gladly axe the rest
And pull the heart out through the armpit
Right from the start, they bled so hard, fucked up your carpet
Duct tape and wires, have fun with pliers
They read the corpse and help 'em hang them missing flyers
You're looming in the leader
Feels like I'm falling
You paid to play (a mutilator)
Start down that road
You can't turn back
You paid to play (a mutilator)
Feels like I'm falling
You paid to play (a mutilator)
Start down that road
You can't turn back
You paid to play (a mutilator)
I set my room on fire, hung myself with wire
Stabbed myself but still I won't expire
What the fuck is wrong with folks like us?
Played chicken with a train, shot Drano in my veins
Blew out my brains and yet I still remain
What's wrong with folks like us?
I know my brain's broken, strangle myself, choke it
Bleeding out both my wrists, sliced open
What's wrong with folks like us?
Smiled at a lit M-80, fucked a junkie bag lady raw
And still survived it all
What's wrong with folks like us?
How come my hobbies upset everyone and land us in prison?
How come I'm not sorry? I give no fucks to be forgiven
How come I hate that you're living? All I do is hate, that's a given
I'm motivated by hate, when it comes to hatred, I'm driven
Incisions, cartoon visions
You wanna remove a head without a blade?
Well, that's a brutal decision
I see you smiling, devastation
I recognize what's in your eyes, it's the flame of mutilation
Feels like I'm falling
You paid to play (a mutilator)
Start down that road
You can't turn back
You paid to play (a mutilator)
Feels like I'm falling
You paid to play (a mutilator)
Start down that road
You can't turn back
You paid to play (a mutilator)
A mutilator
A mutilator
Written by: Joseph Bruce, Joseph Utsler
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