Hey money got a big ass Folded like a, like a stop dawg, hey We gotta go get that motherfuckin a brains You what I'm sayin, fuck dat What? You wanna make a about death Squeezin on a neck it's all outta breath You wanna hear me rap about being the Well fuck from now on I'm an artist I pumpkins chop chewy Slice, twice, stab screwy, ooey Chewy, dewy, gooey, It all starts a quick chop, drop Pumpkin rolls on the out the front door (oh we can't have that) Cut the hair line (bowl cut) the pumpkin between your legs and lift up Boing brains snip all the veins Snip, cut What? the matter? You wanna do it? Well fuck it screw it never a pumpkin carver
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What? You don't like this I can't be on point all the Fuck it's I make a living somehow I'm a professional sculptor motherfucka now First, the container that bitch with a hanger Whatever get something Just get the motherfucker all out you could fill it up with lemonade, And it out the mouth if ya wanted to. Umm never the eyes intact They'll all blue and puff out and shit (wack) Always remove 'em but 'em handy Cause they like candy(Hahahaha) sike I'm playin Ok, now, get the cut around the mouth...be careful!! What the fuck!!! we the lip!! Here let me you a little tip THE FUCK DOWN!!
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Make this motherfucker sing 'em in the spleen Happy I be burnin Southern voters I bring from the ghetto Dumpin' bodies in the When it comes to bitch I'm sharper Gipetto I'm that stiletto Ask your trick or treaters, more than thirty Why I and greet the homies with the Chiba Ariba! Ariba I was in this October Now press rewind motherfucker, flows over, over, over...