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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 that (Violent J) 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 a pumpkin carver Letras de canciones (Chorus 2x) Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby Sotown, Motown, collectin' bodies Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween (Violent J) 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 Wh..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 intact They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit (wack) Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy 'Cause they taste like candy Hahahaha, psych, 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! (Chorus 2x) Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby Sotown, Motown, collectin' bodies Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween TWIZTID!!!!! (Monoxide Child) Take a closer look you scary motherfuckers Don't my jack-o-lantern look like your little brother? (Jamie Madrox) Neck nuggets start to fling, terrors what we bring Twiztid, ICP, and the Kottonmouth Kings (Monoxide Child) Pumpkins are for bitches I like my shit instead 'Cause every devil's night we carvin' somebody else's head (Jamie Madrox) When my meat cleaver chops heads fall to the floor Fuck buying pumpkins at the grocery store (Violent J) 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 (Chorus 2x) 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 Gepetto 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... From Letras Mania