j, do you have a halloween story for the cl*ss? ye-ye-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house and um,he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um,and when he woke up he was,he was up to his head in the dirt and um,he couldn’t move and this man came walkin alongbut instead of the man helping him out the man just startedkickin him and kickin him in his face over and overand then he got the lawn mower and then he…..trick or treat, bone apet*tall the little kiddies runnin down my streetgathering candy treats door to doorbut they walk p*ss mine, what for? probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are realreal human heads carved out with steelcut out the eyes man it takes but a minuterip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in itmaybe they leave cuz i take ’em insidecome and meet mother, 2 years ago she diedlittle boys laugh cuz they think it’s just a dummybut then the smell hits ’em, mmm, smells yummyopen your bag and i give you my treatcrusty yellow toes off a dead woman’s feettake me by the hand and i lead you down stairsand that little jimmy is were you’ll spend the next 7 yearsstaring and weakening chained to the wallstarin at a roach hoping it will crawlinto your mouth for a tasty cuisineyes my little friends, it’s thedead pumpkin halloweenahhhhh yeah it’s that special time of year boys and girls so come to the pumpkinpatch and bring your panty sacks so i can sh*t in ’em you b*tchwell i love all the children but i can’t f*ck around don’t come to my doordressed as a clowncuz you never know i might take it the wrong waycuz i’m the real wicked juggalocaro violent jall year round but i love my halloweenyou never get an apple or a purple jellybeandroplets of chocolate a licorice snackinstead you get a deep friend french poodle n*ts*cklooking out my door i see no children in sightperhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils nightthey burn down the city and they leave the crispy chardlight myself on fire and dance around my backyardall the pretty girliesi can see were your at sitting on your windowi can turn into a bat watchin you remove all your little clothesies for bedi crashed through your window and land on your headdrinking the blood that has gone through the bonenow i must leave mothers calling me homeup to the moonlight i’m gone from the scenepeace to detroit city, and have a dead pumpkin halloweenyeah i’ll sn*tch your little candy bag only i’m a tie it around your m*th*f*ckin neck and choke you with it wicked clown style ha ha f*ck..detroit’s inthis b*tch,check it out m*th*f*cka..yeah..wicked clown’s in thism*th*f*cka..jump steady in this m*th*f*cka..wicked clown in thism*th*f*cka..and you watch this m*th*f*cka..chucky m*th*f*cky in thissh*t..violent j in this m*th*f*cka..rude boy in this m*th*f*cka..stupid in this m*th*f*cka..mike mike in this m*th*f*cka..faygo this mothaf*cka..all this in this m*th*f*cka..check it out..violent j inthis m*th*f*cka..2dope in this m*th*f*cka..wicked joe in thism*th*f*cka.!
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