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
What? You wanna a song about death
Squeezin on a neck until all outta breath
You wanna hear me rap about being the
fuck that from now on I'm an artist
I pumpkins chop chewy
Slice, swing twice, screwy, ooey
Chewy, dewy, gooey,
It all starts a quick chop, drop
rolls on the floor
Almost out the front door (oh we have that)
Cut along the hair (bowl cut)
Hold the pumpkin between your and lift up
Boing snippity snip all the veins
Snip, cut
What? What the
You don't do it?
Well fuck it then it
You'll a pumpkin carver

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

You don't like this rhyme?
I be on point all the time
Fuck Halloween
I gotta make a somehow
I'm a pumpkin sculptor
Alright now
First, hollow the
Scrape that bitch with a
Whatever get something
Just get the motherfucker all out
you could fill it up with lemonade,
And pour it out the if ya wanted to.
Umm never leave the eyes
turn all blue and puff out and shit (wack)
Always remove 'em but '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
THE FUCK DOWN!!

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

Take a closer look you scary
Doesn't my jack-o-lantern look like your little
Neck nuggets start to fling, terrors we bring
Twiztid, ICP, and the Kottonmouth
are for bitches; I like my shit instead
'cause every night we carvin somebody else's head
When my cleaver chops heads fall to the floor
Fuck buying pumpkins at the grocery
Yeah, alright you done flexed some skills on the mike
This is my motherfuckin little song right? (Right)
Let's get back to the
Now steady, steady, steady, ready?
Insert the blade along the eyelid
Very I don't wanna look
Oh, you did
Ok gently count 25 meter outer diameters (huh?) A square
I know it's hard you'd rather just stab and chop
But you'll end up with a pile of
I've done it
And them ain't, them ain't seeds
Those are of skull
Oh!
Hey that get back to work
on the fuckin job you'll 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 be the hobby
SoCal, Motown collectin
Twiztid, clowns, and the Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,
Pumpkin that be the hobby
SoCal, Motown bodies
Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

this motherfucker sing fool
Kick 'em in the
Halloween
I be burnin
voters I always bring
Pletto the ghetto
Dumpin' bodies in the
it comes to carvin bitch
I'm sharper than
I'm lovin stiletto
Ask your trick or fuckin treaters, more than
Why I and greet the homies with the Chiba
Ariba!
Ariba I was born in October
Now press rewind motherfucker, flows over, over, over...