Luyện nghe bài hát Pumpkin Cover

Hey money got a big ass
Folded like a, like a sign
dawg, hey
We go get that motherfuckin ball a brains
You what I'm sayin, fuck dat
What? You wanna make a about death
on a neck until it's all outta breath
You wanna hear me rap about the hardest
Well fuck that from now on I'm an
I carve chop chewy
Slice, twice, stab screwy, ooey
Chewy, dewy, gooey,
It all starts with a chop, drop
Pumpkin on the floor
out the front door (oh we can't have that)
Cut the hair line (bowl cut)
Hold the between your legs and lift up
brains snippity snip all the veins
Snip, cut
What? What the
You don't do it?
Well fuck it screw it
You'll never a pumpkin

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

What? You don't this rhyme?
I can't be on point all the
Fuck Halloween
I make a living somehow
I'm a pumpkin sculptor
motherfucka now
First, the container
Scrape that 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
turn all blue and puff out and shit (wack)
Always remove 'em but keep 'em
Cause they taste 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 give you a tip
THE FUCK DOWN!!

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

a closer look you scary motherfuckers
Doesn't my jack-o-lantern look like your brother?
Neck nuggets to fling, terrors what we bring
Twiztid, ICP, and the Kings
Pumpkins are for bitches; I like my instead
'cause every devil's night we carvin somebody head
my meat cleaver chops heads fall to the floor
Fuck buying pumpkins at the grocery
Yeah, yeah you done flexed some skills on the mike
This is my motherfuckin little song here (Right)
Let's get back to the
Now hold steady, steady, steady,
Insert the blade along the eyelid
Very slowly I don't wanna
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 a pile of slop
I've done it
And them ain't, ain't pumpkin seeds
are fragments of skull
Oh!
Hey nevermind that get back to
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 carver

Pumpkin carvers that be the
SoCal, Motown bodies
Twiztid, clowns, and the Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,
Pumpkin carvers 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 Cali
voters I always bring
Pletto from the
Dumpin' in the meadow
When it to carvin bitch
I'm sharper than
I'm lovin stiletto
Ask your trick or fuckin treaters, more thirty
Why I beat and the homies with the Chiba
Ariba!
I was born in this October
Now come press motherfucker, flows over, over, over...