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J, do you have a |
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Halloween story for the class? |
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Y-y-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house |
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And um, he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um |
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And when he woke up he was, he was up to his head in the dirt |
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And um, he couldn't move and this man came walkin' along |
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But instead of the man helping him out the man just started |
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Kickin' him and kickin' him in his face over and over |
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And then he got the lawn mower and then he |
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Trick or Treat, bone apetit |
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All the little kiddies runnin' down my street |
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Gathering candy treats door to door |
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But they walk pass 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-brains and put a candle in it |
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Maybe they leave 'cuz |
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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, mmm, smells yummy |
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Open your bag and |
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I 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 |
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I lead you down stairs |
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And that little |
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Jimmy is were you'll spend the next seven years |
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Staring and weakening chained to the wall |
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Starin' 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 the |
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Dead Pumpkin |
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HalloweenAhh yeah, it's that special time of year boys and girls |
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So come to the pumpkin patch |
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And bring your panty sacks |
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So I can shit in 'em you bitch |
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Well, I love all the children but |
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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 |
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I might take it the wrong way' |
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Cuz I'm the real wicked |
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Juggalocaro |
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Violent JAll year round but |
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I love my |
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HalloweenYou never get an apple or a purple jellybean |
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Droplets of chocolate a licorice snack |
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Instead you get a deep fried |
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French poodle nutsack |
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Looking out my door |
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I see no children in sight |
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Perhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils night |
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They burn down the city and they leave the crispy chard |
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Light myself on fire and dance around my backyard |
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All the pretty girlies |
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I can see were your at |
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Sitting on your window |
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I can turn into a bat |
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Watchin' you remove all your little clothesies for bed |
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I crashed through your window and land on your head |
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Drinking the blood that has gone through the bone |
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And now I must leave mothers calling me home |
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Up to the moonlight |
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I'm gone from the scene |
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Peace to Detroit city and have a |
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Dead Pumpkin' |
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HalloweenYeah, |
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I'll snatch your little candy bag |
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Only I'm a tie it around your muthafuckin' neck |
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And choke you with it wicked clown style |
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Ha ha fuck, |
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Detroit's in this bitch |
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Check it out muthafucka, yeah |
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Wicked clown's in this muthafucka |
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Jump steady in this muthafucka |
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Wicked Clown in this muthafucka |
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And you watch this muthafucka |
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Chucky muthafucka in this shit |
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Violent J in this muthafucka |
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Rude Boy in this muthafucka |
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Stupid in this muthafucka |
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Mike, Mike in this muthafucka |
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Faygo this mothafucka |
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All this in this muthafucka, check it out |
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Violent J in this muthafucka2 |
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Dope in this muthafucka |
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Wicked Joe in this muthafucka |
