Hey money got a big ass Folded like a, like a stop dawg, hey We gotta go get that motherfuckin a brains You know I'm sayin, fuck dat You wanna make a song about death Squeezin on a until it's all outta breath You wanna hear me rap about being the fuck that from now on I'm an artist I carve pumpkins chop Slice, twice, stab screwy, ooey Chewy, dewy, gooey, It all with a quick chop, drop Pumpkin rolls on the Almost out the front door (oh we can't that) Cut along the line (bowl cut) Hold the pumpkin between legs and lift up Boing brains snippity all the veins Snip, cut What the matter? You wanna do it? Well fuck it then it You'll a pumpkin carver
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What? You like this rhyme? I can't be on all the time it's Halloween I make a living somehow I'm a pumpkin sculptor Alright now First, hollow the Scrape that bitch a hanger Whatever just get get the motherfucker all hollowed out Like you fill it up with lemonade, And pour it out the if ya wanted to. Umm never the eyes intact They'll turn all and puff out and shit (wack) Always 'em but keep 'em handy Cause taste like candy(Hahahaha) I'm only playin Ok, now, get the cut around the mouth...be careful!! What the fuck!!! we the lip!! Here let me you a little tip SLOW THE DOWN!!
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a closer look you scary motherfuckers Doesn't my jack-o-lantern look like your brother? Neck nuggets start to fling, terrors what we Twiztid, ICP, and the Kings Pumpkins are for I like my shit instead 'cause every devil's night we carvin somebody head When my meat cleaver chops heads fall to the Fuck buying at the grocery store Yeah, yeah alright you done flexed some on the mike is my motherfuckin little song here right? (Right) Let's get back to the Now hold steady, steady, steady, the blade along the outer eyelid Very I don't wanna look Oh, you did Ok gently count 25 spec meter outer (huh?) A square I know it's hard probably rather just stab and chop But end up with a pile of slop I've it before And them ain't, them ain't seeds Those are of skull Oh! Hey nevermind that get to work Eating on the job you'll never be an expert (oh) you wanna be a mailman, a plumber, or a barber (no) Or do you wanna be like your Uncle J? A carver
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Make motherfucker sing fool 'em in the spleen Happy I be burnin Southern I always bring Pletto the ghetto bodies in the meadow When it to carvin bitch I'm than Gipetto I'm lovin that Ask your or fuckin treaters, more than thirty Why I beat and greet the homies with the Ariba! Ariba I was in this October Now come press rewind motherfucker, over, over, over...