Hey money got a big ass Folded like a, like a stop dawg, hey We gotta go get motherfuckin ball a brains You what I'm sayin, fuck dat What? You wanna make a about death Squeezin on a neck until all outta breath You wanna hear me rap about the hardest Well fuck that now on I'm an artist I pumpkins chop chewy Slice, swing twice, 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) the pumpkin between your legs and lift up Boing brains snip all the veins Snip, cut What the matter? You don't do it? fuck it then screw it You'll a pumpkin carver
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You don't like this rhyme? I be on point all the time Fuck it's I gotta make a living I'm a professional pumpkin motherfucka now First, the container Scrape that bitch with a just get something Just get the all hollowed out Like you fill it up with lemonade, And pour it out the mouth if ya to. Umm never leave the intact They'll turn all blue and out and shit (wack) Always 'em but keep 'em handy Cause they taste candy(Hahahaha) sike I'm only 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!!
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Take a closer you scary motherfuckers Doesn't my look like your little brother? Neck nuggets start to fling, what we bring 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 fall to the floor Fuck pumpkins at the grocery store Yeah, yeah you done flexed some skills on the mike is my motherfuckin little song here 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 end up with a pile of slop I've it before And ain't, them ain't pumpkin seeds Those are fragments of Oh! Hey nevermind that get to work Eating on the fuckin job you'll never be an (oh) What you wanna be a mailman, a plumber, or a (no) Or do you wanna be like your Uncle J? A carver
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Make motherfucker sing fool Kick 'em in the Happy I be burnin Southern voters I always Pletto the ghetto Dumpin' in the meadow When it comes to carvin I'm than Gipetto I'm that stiletto Ask trick or fuckin treaters, more than thirty Why I beat and greet the with the Chiba Ariba! Ariba I was in this October Now come press rewind motherfucker, over, over, over...