Some of us belive halloween to be a celibration of samhein
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The festival of sulony
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The only night of the year where the dead are given a chance
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To walk freely amongs the planet
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Some of you partake in wearing costumes
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In trying to wear off these souls that have passed on
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Hoping you will be saved by the moon of all hallows-eve
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But we have patiently waited for this very night of October 31st
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To bring to you the wicked shit
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It was Halloween '85
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I'm knocking on the door
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But when it opens, it was creeking and his voice real low
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And said "this is a special treat for you little guy
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And if you eat it right now, you'll get another suprise"
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I'm like "fuck it, give it up, and let me eat it hurry up"
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And by the time I went to swallow, I was covered in blood
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Now he's laughing at me saying that the joke was been made
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And the other suprise was inside it was a razor blade
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Now I'm choking on my own blood
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I can't breath and I really wanna leave
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But my soul's stuck
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Now I'm just another ghost in the house
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And every Halloween
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I'm the unseen that tries to take you out
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Sure it seems a little crazy
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But this is my day
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And all you little boys and girls are going to pay
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I gotta wait until my time comes once a year
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Until then, I'm just a little boy that disapeared
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I waited for Halloween
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So I can bug out, smoke out this lunatik
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And rip your fucking throat out
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I waited for Halloween
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Because it feels right
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Full moon eluminate in the sky at night
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(x2)
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Waited for Halloween to make a bong
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From that so called jack-o-lantern
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We jacked from your front lawn
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I'm feeling good now
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And flying high
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Like a wicked fucking witch
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Riding brooms through the night sky
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But we don't trick for treats
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We spit on beats
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And smash motherfuckers
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In the middle of they own sreets
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Give me my shit bitch, is my reply
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Or we braking your jaw and swelling your eye tonight bitch
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It's all hallows-eve
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Tell me do you belive
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In that costume you wearing
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In attempt to decieve "Give me this mask!"
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Fuck you hiding from?
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It ain't not the mask I got beef with
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It's the punks that's inside of me
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But we humanly patiently now waited forever to bring this
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And my advise is lock your doors and mind ya buisness
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(chorus x2)
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I don't give a fuck
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I paint it up every mothafucking day
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On the bridge, throwing buckets at the cars on the freeway
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I'm smoking square snatching heads instead of bags
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Lighting candles in your necks so I can light, to take a drag
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Patiently waiting for the season to arive
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And when it does run for cover
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Because everybody suffers and dies
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I make your body like a pumpkin seed
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And pass it out like pieces of candy on Hallow's eve
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Yo, I'm a fucking skitso
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I got a pet dead head
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And I feed it quarter bags of dorritos
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A lunnatik wait
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Never said I was on the channel
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Everybody is but that's ok it don't matter
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Waited for Halloween to get loose
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And wrap a rope around your neck
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And make the carnival noose
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And watch you swing
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Terrified of everything
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From the dark to the lyrics in the songs that we sing
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(Hard 2 Understand Talking)
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(chorus x2)
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And what about my poor brother's death
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?? and snakes and spiders and giant space man and.....
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Ok ok, I hear what your saying, go up there and ring that door bell
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No, No, No (echoing)
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Waited Till Halloween
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Twiztid |