Insane Clown Posse - Dead Pumpkins



Tekst piosenki:


  
  
  (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!!!!!"
  
  
  
  




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