DEAD PUMPKINS Lyrics

J, Do you have a Halloween story for the class?? Ye Yeah There was this boy and he lived in his house He went to bed one day and when he woke up He was buried up to his head in dirt And he couldn't move and this man came walking along But instead of helping him out The man started kicking him in the face Over and Over, Then he got the lawnmower Trick or Treat Bon Apetite All the little kiddies run down my street Gathering candy treats Door to Door But they walk past my house What For? Probably cause the pumpkins on my porch are real Real human heads carved out with steel Cut out the eyes it takes but a minute Rip out the brains and stick a candle in it Maybe they leave cause I take em inside Come and meet Mother two years ago she died Little boys laugh cause they think its just a dummy But then the smell hits em MMM Smells Yummy Open your bag and I give you my treat Crusty, yellow toes off a dead woman's feet Take you by the hand and I lead you downstairs And that little Jimmy is where you'll stay for the next seven years Lock him in, Lock him in Chained to the Wall Staring at a roach hoping it will crawl Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine Yes My little friends It's a Dead Pumpkin Halloween AWWWW YEAH Its that special time again boys and girls Come to the Pumpkin Patch and bring your candy sack so I can shit in it I love all the children but I can't fuck around Don't come to my door dressed as a clown Cause you never know, I might take it the wrong way Cause I'm the real Juggalokaroka Violent J All year round but I love my Halloween You never get an apple or a purple jelly-bean Droplets of chocolate, a licorice snack Instead you get a deep fried French Poodle Nut Sac Looking 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 leave it crispy charred I light myself on fire and dance around the back yard All the pretty girlies I can see where your at Sitting on your window, I can turn into a bat Watching you remove all your little clothes for bed I crash through the window and land on your head Drinkin all the blood til its down to the bone And now I must leave, Mother's calling me home Up to the moonlight, I'm gone from the scheme Peace to Detroit City And have a Dead Pumpkin Halloween Im gonna snatch your little candy bag And tie it around your mother fuckin neck and choke you with it Wicked Clown Style