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J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?
Ye-ye-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house and um,
he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um,
and when he woke up he was,
he was up to his head in the dirt and um,
he couldn`t move and this man came walkin along
but instead of the man helping him out the man just started
kickin him and kickin him in his face over and over
and then he got the lawn mower and then he.....
Trick or Treat, bone apetit
All the little kiddies runnin down my street
Gathering candy treats door to door
But they walk pass mine, what for?
Probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real
Real human heads carved out with steel
Cut out the eyes man it takes but a minute
Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it
Maybe they leave cuz I take `em inside
Come and meet mother, 2 years ago she died
Little boys laugh cuz they think it`s just a dummy
But then the smell hits `em, mmm, smells yummy
Open your bag and I give you my treat
Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman`s feet
Take me by the hand and I lead you down stairs
And that little Jimmy is were you`ll spend the next 7 years
Staring and weakening chained to the wall
Starin at a roach hoping it will crawl
Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine
Yes my little friends, it`s the
Dead Pumpkin Halloween
Ahhhhh yeah it`s that special time of year boys and girls So
come to the pumpkin
patch and bring your panty sacks So I can shit in `em you bitch
Well I love all the children but I can`t fuck around Don`t come to my door
dressed as a clown
Cuz you never know I might take it the wrong way
Cuz I`m the real wicked Juggalocaro Violent J
All year round but I love my Halloween
You never get an apple or a purple jellybean
Droplets of chocolate a licorice snack
Instead you get a deep friend French poodle nutsack
Looking out my door I see no children in sight
Perhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils night
They burn down the city and they leave the crispy chard
light myself on fire and dance around my backyard
All the pretty girlies
I can see were your at Sitting on your window
I can turn into a bat Watchin you remove all your little clothesies
for bed
I crashed through your window and land on your head
Drinking the blood that has gone through the bone
Now I must leave mothers calling me home
Up to the moonlight I`m gone from the scene
Peace to Detroit city, and have a Dead Pumpkin Halloween
Yeah I`ll snatch your little candy bag Only I`m a tie it around your mutha
fuckin neck And choke you with it wicked clown style Ha ha fuck..Detroit`s
in
this bitch,check it out muthafucka..yeah..wicked clown`s in this
muthafucka..Jump steady in this muthafucka..wicked clown in this
muthafucka..and you watch this muthafucka..Chucky muthafucky in this
shit..violent J in this muthafucka..rude boy in this muthafucka..
stupid in this muthafucka..mike mike in this muthafucka..
faygo this mothafucka..all this in this muthafucka..check it
out..violent J in
this muthafucka..2dope in this muthafucka..wicked Joe in this
muthafucka.!
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