Luyện nghe bài hát Pumpkin Cover

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

Pumpkin carvers be the hobby
SoCal, collectin bodies
Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,
carvers that be the hobby
SoCal, collectin bodies
Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

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!!

carvers that be the hobby
SoCal, Motown collectin
Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,
carvers that be the hobby
SoCal, Motown collectin
Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, (Twiztid!)

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

carvers that be the hobby
SoCal, collectin bodies
Twiztid, clowns, and the Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,
Pumpkin carvers be the hobby
SoCal, collectin bodies
Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

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...