Hey got a big ass head Folded a, like a stop sign dawg, hey We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a You what I'm sayin, fuck dat What? You wanna make a song death Squeezin on a neck it's all outta breath You wanna hear me rap about the hardest Well fuck from now on I'm an artist I carve pumpkins chewy Slice, twice, stab screwy, ooey Chewy, dewy, gooey, It all starts with a quick chop, Pumpkin rolls on the Almost out the front door (oh we can't that) Cut along the line (bowl cut) Hold the pumpkin your legs and lift up Boing brains snippity snip all the Snip, cut What? the matter? You wanna do it? Well it then screw it You'll a pumpkin carver
Pumpkin carvers that be the SoCal, Motown bodies Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Pumpkin carvers be the hobby SoCal, Motown bodies Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,
What? You don't this rhyme? I can't be on all the time it's Halloween I gotta make a living I'm a pumpkin sculptor motherfucka now First, the container that bitch with a hanger Whatever get something get the motherfucker all hollowed out Like you could it up with lemonade, And pour it out the mouth if ya to. Umm leave the eyes intact They'll all blue and puff out and shit (wack) remove 'em but keep 'em handy Cause taste like candy(Hahahaha) sike I'm only Ok, now, get the cut around the mouth...be careful!! What the fuck!!! we the lip!! let me give you a little tip SLOW THE DOWN!!
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Take a closer you scary motherfuckers Doesn't my jack-o-lantern look like little brother? nuggets start to fling, terrors what we bring Twiztid, ICP, and the Kings Pumpkins are for bitches; I my shit instead 'cause every devil's we carvin somebody else's head When my meat cleaver heads fall to the floor Fuck buying pumpkins at the grocery Yeah, alright you done flexed some skills on the mike is my motherfuckin little song here right? (Right) Let's get to the subject Now hold steady, steady, steady, the blade along the outer eyelid Very slowly I don't look Oh, you did Ok gently count 25 spec meter outer diameters (huh?) A I know hard you'd probably rather just stab and chop But you'll end up a pile of slop I've done it And them ain't, them ain't pumpkin Those are of skull Oh! Hey nevermind that get back to Eating on the fuckin job never be an expert (oh) What you be a mailman, a plumber, or a barber (no) Or do you wanna be like your Uncle J? A pumpkin
Pumpkin carvers that be the SoCal, collectin bodies Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Pumpkin that be the hobby SoCal, Motown bodies Twiztid, clowns, and the Kings Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,
Make this motherfucker fool 'em in the spleen Happy I be burnin voters I always bring Pletto the ghetto bodies in the meadow When it to carvin bitch I'm sharper Gipetto I'm lovin stiletto Ask your trick or treaters, more than thirty Why I beat and greet the homies with the Ariba! Ariba I was born in October Now come rewind motherfucker, flows over, over, over...