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 Hey money got a big ass head
 
 Folded like a, like a stop sign
 
 Fuck dawg, hey
 
 We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains
 
 You know what I'm sayin, fuck dat
 
 What? you wanna make a song about death
 
 Squeezin on a neck until it's all outta breath
 
 You wanna hear me rap about being the hardest
 
 Well fuck that from now on I'm an artist
 
 I carve pumpkins chop chewy
 
 Slice, swing twice, stab screwy, ooey
 
 Chewy, dewy, gooey, slop
 
 It all starts with a quick chop, drop
 
 Pumpkin rolls on the floor
 
 Almost out the front door (oh we can't have that)
 
 Cut along the hair line (bowl cut)
 
 Hold the pumpkin between your legs and lift up
 
 Boing brains snippity snip all the veins
 
 Snip, cut
 
 What? what the matter? 
 
 You don't wanna do it? 
 
 Well fuck it then screw it
 
 You'll never be a pumpkin carver
 
 
 
 
 
 Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
 
 Sotown, motown collectin bodies
 
 Twiztid, clowns, and the kottonmouth kings
 
 Halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween
 
 Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
 
 Sotown, motown collectin bodies
 
 Twiztid, clowns, and the kottonmouth kings
 
 Halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween
 
 
 
 
 
 What? you don't like this rhyme? 
 
 I can't be on point all the time
 
 Fuck it's halloween
 
 I gotta make a living somehow
 
 I'm a professional pumpkin sculptor
 
 Alright motherfucka now
 
 First, hollow the container
 
 Scrape that bitch with a hanger
 
 Whatever just get something
 
 Just get the motherfucker all hollowed out
 
 Like you could fill it up with lemonade,
 
 And pour it out the mouth if ya wanted to.
 
 Umm never leave the eyes in tact
 
 They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit (wack)
 
 Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy
 
 Cause they taste like candy
 
 Hahahaha, sike I'm only playin
 
 Ok now get the scalpel
 
 Slowly cut around the mouth be careful
 
 What the fuck we needed the lip
 
 Here let me give you a little tip
 
 Slow the fuck down!
 
 Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
 
 
 
 
 
 Sotown, motown collectin bodies
 
 
Twiztid, clowns, and the kottonmouth kings
 
 Halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween
 
 Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
 
 Sotown, motown collectin bodies
 
 Twiztid, clowns, and the kottonmouth kings
 
 Halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween (twiztid!)
 
 
 
 Take a closer look you scary motherfuckers
 
 Doesn't my jack-o-lantern look like your little brother? 
 
 Neck nuggets start to fling, terrors what we bring
 
 Twiztid, icp, and the kottonmouth kings
 
 Pumpkins are for bitches; I like my shit instead
 
 'cause every devil's night we carvin somebody else's head
 
 When my meat cleaver chops heads fall to the floor
 
 Fuck buying pumpkins at the grocery store
 
 Yeah, yeah alright you done flexed some skills on the mike
 
 This is my motherfuckin little song here right? (right)
 
 Let's get back to the subject
 
 Now hold steady, steady, steady, ready? 
 
 Insert the blade along the outer eyelid
 
 Very slowly I don't wanna look
 
 Oh, you did
 
 Ok gently count 25 spec meter outer diameters (huh? ) a square
 
 I know it's hard you'd probably rather just stab and chop
 
 But you'll end up with a pile of slop
 
 I've done it before
 
 And them ain't, them ain't pumpkin seeds
 
 Those are fragments of skull
 
 Oh! crunchy
 
 Hey nevermind that get back to work
 
 Eating on the fuckin job you'll never be an expert (oh)
 
 What you wanna be a mailman, a plumber, or a barber (no)
 
 Or do you wanna be like your uncle violent j? 
 
 A pumpkin carver
 
 Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
 
 
 
 
 
 Sotown, motown collectin bodies
 
 Twiztid, clowns, and the kottonmouth kings
 
 Halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween
 
 Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
 
 Sotown, motown collectin bodies
 
 Twiztid, clowns, and the kottonmouth kings
 
 Halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween
 
 
 
 
 
 Make this motherfucker sing fool
 
 Kick 'em to the spleen
 
 Happy halloween
 
 I be burnin cali
 
 Southern voters I always bring
 
 Pletto from the ghetto
 
 Nobody's in the meadow
 
 When it comes to carvin bitch
 
 I'm shaper than gipetto
 
 I'm lovin that stiletto
 
 Ask your trick or fuckin treaters, more than thirty
 
 Why I beat and greet the homies with the chiba
 
 Ariba!
 
 Ariba I was born in this october
 
 Now come press rewind motherfuckin flows over, over, over... 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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