| Lyrics: | Teacher)
"J do you have a Halloween story for the class?"
(Violent J)
"Y y yeah um there was this boy and he lived in his house
and he went to bed one
day and then when he woke up um
when he woke up he was buried up to his head in the dirt
and he couldn't move and this man came walking along
but instead of the man
helping him out the man just started
kicking him and kicking him in his face, over and
over,
and then he got the lawnmower, and then he....."
Dick or treat, bon
appetit
All the little kiddies running down my street
Gathering candy treats door to
door
But they walk past mine, what for?
Probably 'cuz the pumpkins on my porch are
real
Real human heads carved out with steel
Cut out the eyes, man, it takes but a
minute
Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it
Maybe they run 'cuz I take
'em inside
Come and meet Mother, two years ago she died
Little boys laugh, 'cuz they
think it's just a dummy
But then the smell hits 'em, MMMMM..... smells yummy
Open
your bags and I'll give you my treat
Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet
Take
me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll
spend the next seven years
Starving and weakening, chained to a wall
Staring at a
roach, hoping it will crawl
Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine
Yes, my little
friends, it's a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
"Awwwwwwwwww, yeah,
it's that special time of year, boys and girls,
so come to the pumpkin patch and bring your
pantysacks so I can shit in it,
you beeeeeyitch!!!!!"
(Violent J)
Well, I love all the kiddies, but I can't fuck around
Don't come to my door dressed as a
clown
'Cuz you never know, I might take it the wrong way
'Cuz I'm the real
wicked juggalokaro Violent J
All year 'round, but I love my Halloween
You'll never
get an apple or a purple jelly bean
Dropping some chocolates, a licorice snack
Instead you get a deep-fried French poodle nutsack
Peeking out my door, I see no children in
sight
Perhaps they're all dead, yesterday was Devil's Night
They burn down the city
and they leave it crispy-charred
I light myself on fire and I dance around my backyard
Hungry bellies, I can see where you're at
Sitting on my window, I can turn into a bat
Watching you remove all your little clothesies for bed
I crash through the window
and land on your head
Drinking the blood, blood is gone to the bone
But now, I must
leave, Mother's calling me home
Up to the moonlight, I'm gone from the scene
Peace
to Detroit City and have a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
"Yeeeeeeeeah, I'm gonna smash your little candy bags,
only I'm gonna tie 'em around your
muthafuckin' necks
and choke you with 'em Wicked Clown style, muthafucka!!!!!"
(Violent J)
"Detroit's in this bitch!! |
