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Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween.
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People on Military know what this means.
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Houses on fire they're blowin up cars.
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Creatures in the streets and razor blades and candy bars.
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I went to trick or treat the first house on my block
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Spit in my face and gave my a rock.
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I tried to give it back and said "I'll take nothing instead."
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Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head
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Walked to the next house directly next door
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There I saw an old woman dead on the floor
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I said "Excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?"
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She lifted her leg and scrapped flakes off her dead feet
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I ran to the next house happy and giddy
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And there i seen a fat woman holding up her titty
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I said, "Trick-or-treat." she sad "Treat-or-trick."
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And squeezed on her titty until it.......fuck it that's too sick
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Next house up was sittin back in the woods
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I was a lil frightened but fuck I want the goods
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I knocked on the door I heard a knock back
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And then i heard "COME ON IN" and yo I'm like FUCK DAT!
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This house belongs to Mrs. Cherry Spoon
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She said, "Drop your drawls and your treat is coming soon."
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I quickly grew a stiffy, but kept my eyes shut
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A hand came out the mail chute and flicked me in the nuts
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I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst
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And chillin in the drive was a long black hurst
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I rang the door bell and said "Is anybody home."
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"Of course little biy have a sugar coated kidney stone."
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I walked throught the field, and to the next crib
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Her friendliness could only be in her cooking bib
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I said "How bout some candy." she said "How bout instead,
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A nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread."
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My bag's gettin heavy so I rest on the curb
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And riding on his bike her comes little Larry Shurb
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I snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seat
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I punched him in the neck, and power bombed him in the street
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Now my bag of candy has doubled in size
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Up to the next house for my scary prize
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I'm like trick-or-treat, trick treat tricky dick
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he opened up his door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit
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Rock through his window and ran across the street
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To the Dayton Mansion I'm in for a treat
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I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler
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A big gumpy tall ass lurch lookin ma'fucka
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I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?"
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He reached in his pocket but I think he hurt his back
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It's taking him an hour, my bag is open ready
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But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fuckin penny
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The next house is abandonded so forget it
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But wait a minute, I think somebody's livin in it
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I ran up to the door "Trick-or-treat, you can't hide"
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It was a crackhead, he crawled in my bag and died
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The next house is mine the last on the block
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My mother's sitting on the porch shinning up hr glock
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I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady
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And we yelled "HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE!" to the whole city
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(Chorus til fade)
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Halloween On Military Street
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| Hurricane #1 |
