[Teacher]
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"J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?"
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[Violent J]
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"Y-y-yeah, um, there was this boy, and he lived in his house,
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and he went to bed one day, and then when he woke up, um,
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when he woke up, he was buried up to his head in the dirt,
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and he couldn't move, and this man came walking along,
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but instead of the man helping him out, the man just started
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kicking him and kicking him in his face, over and over,
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and then he got the lawnmower, and then he....."
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Dick or treat, bon appetit
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All the little kiddies running down my street
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Gathering candy treats door to door
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But they walk past mine, what for?
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Probably 'cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real
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Real human heads carved out with steel
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Cut out the eyes, man, it takes but a minute
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Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it
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Maybe they run 'cuz I take 'em inside
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Come and meet Mother, two years ago she died
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Little boys laugh, 'cuz they think it's just a dummy
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But then the smell hits 'em, MMMMM..... smells yummy
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Open your bags and I'll give you my treat
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Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet
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Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
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And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
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Starving and weakening, chained to a wall
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Staring at a roach, hoping it will crawl
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Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine
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Yes, my little friends, it's a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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"Awwwwwwwwww, yeah, it's that special time of year, boys and girls,
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so come to the pumpkin patch and bring your pantysacks so I can shit in it,
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you beeeeeyitch!!!!!"
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[Violent J]
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Well, I love all the kiddies, but I can't fuck around
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Don't come to my door dressed as a clown
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'Cuz you never know, I might take it the wrong way
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'Cuz I'm the real wicked juggalokaro Violent J
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All year 'round, but I love my Halloween
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You'll never get an apple or a purple jelly bean
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Dropping some chocolates, a licorice snack
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Instead you get a deep-fried French poodle nutsack
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Peeking out my door, I see no children in sight
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Perhaps they're all dead, yesterday was Devil's Night
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They burn down the city and they leave it crispy-charred
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I light myself on fire and I dance around my backyard
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Hungry bellies, I can see where you're at
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Sitting on my window, I can turn into a bat
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Watching you remove all your little clothesies for bed
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I crash through the window and land on your head
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Drinking the blood, blood is gone to the bone
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But now, I must leave, Mother's calling me home
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Up to the moonlight, I'm gone from the scene
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Peace to Detroit City and have a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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"Yeeeeeeeeah, I'm gonna smash your little candy bags,
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only I'm gonna tie 'em around your muthafuckin' necks
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and choke you with 'em Wicked Clown style, muthafucka!!!!!"
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[Violent J]
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"Detroit's in this bitch!!!!!"
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Dead Pumpkins
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| ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |
