destroyin' yo existence it's the season to be persistant my nigga needed
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assistance i was there in an instant the plot thickens in every track that we
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lay down systematic i'm bringin' static with my thunderous sounds get down,
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while i be wreckin' with the highest of stunts and to the suckaz that hate us
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like hawaiian i punch ain't no replacement to the prior residence of my home i'm
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the skrapz and for years i been spittin' alone smashin' pumpkins on stage in a
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rage a machine devilish fiends, wreckin' the detroit scene kickin' ass leavin
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stars on yo head from my converse chuck taylors size 10 and it hurts disperse the
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nonsense and fuck reminisn' premeditatin' a murder while y'all is out dissin'
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supportin' all the anger contaminatin' my veins my heart pulse beats to the drum
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and it's strange! sol: no time to emphathize the reversal of rolls begins master
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pumpkin patcher back again identify yourself or be executed most disputed s.o.l.
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sol's still fuckin' foolin grabbin' extensions i'm bored squeezed with cords
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lights and eyes shine bright pumpkins smashin' on the floor bitch, got you on the
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run double barrel shotgun call the riot squad street sweeper pull it back run
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pumpkins launch like rockets nothin' can stop it i told y'all h.o.k. for life i'm
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still rockin' soarin through the sky like demons so close brain waves start
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speedin muredrous thoughts on this deadly season say i was washed up finished and
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gone and in yo tiny little brain you screamin home sweet home and i'm gone,
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location pumpkin street, vines they meet and greet we strangle holds and don't
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beware of the beast sucka! 16 measure break... skrapz: comin' from the east side
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bangin' on wax like i'm a crip makin' y'all straight up trip but get off my dick
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i'm a rookie to a duo of a terrifying background and any mutha fucka step up, they
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betta back down i'm a neck strangla raised in the anger got a bitch and i'ma bang
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her get pregneant, coat hanger i ain't bull shittin' try me the skrapz is aid's
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and you the common cold you'll never find me so blind me my eyes bleed from where
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the tears come welcome to the new house bitch face yo fears and run it's the
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season ain't no other reason but halloween and to a fiend thats trick 'r' treatin'
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and screams no what i mean i'm likin' pumpkins up whip em' at yo cut, devils night
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got you fucked up trick, and i'm a buck, buck, buck until you bleed and plant that
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ass in my yard like a seed sol: yeah! i'm scatterin' words like pumpkin seeds my
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mind speeds injectin' you sayin' please too late i had to freeze appearin' at times
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like gangrel you can't tell go through hell to rock the mic for the krazees well
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i'm back, seasons get wickeed and all hockey masks outlasted past souls they fall
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and ball snap they head off wit my carvin' knife then commence to saw until i get
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jack-o-lantern with no life the night time eases with a little breath myth sets
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over the rest while the pumpkin man sees yo death no request some say it's
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in-humane, am i insane? or do i have the right to entertain is it a game or could
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the message be took house of krazees the name so look the judge the book put me
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under the hook all the bad souls let em' fry, s.o.p. part 2 strapped on they head
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before they die!!!
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Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited
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