Hey money got a big ass head Folded like a, like a stop sign We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains You know what I'm sayin, fuck dat What? You wanna make a song about death Squeezin on a neck until it's all outta breath You wanna hear me rap about being the hardest Well fuck that from now on I'm an artist I carve pumpkins chop chewy Slice, swing twice, stab screwy, ooey It all starts with a quick chop, drop Pumpkin rolls on the floor Almost out the front door (oh we can't have that) Cut along the hair line (bowl cut) Hold the pumpkin between your legs and lift up Boing brains snippity snip all the veins Well fuck it then screw it You'll never a pumpkin carver
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What? You don't like this rhyme? I can't be on point all the time I gotta make a living somehow I'm a professional pumpkin sculptor First, hollow the container Scrape that bitch with a hanger Whatever just get something Just get the motherfucker all hollowed out Like you could fill it up with lemonade, And pour it out the mouth if ya wanted to. Umm never leave the eyes intact They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit (wack) Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy Cause they taste like candy(Hahahaha) Slowly cut around the mouth...be careful!! What the fuck!!! we needed the lip!! Here let me give you a little tip
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Take a closer look you scary motherfuckers Doesn't my jack-o-lantern look like your little brother? Neck nuggets start to fling, terrors what we bring Twiztid, ICP, and the Kottonmouth Kings Pumpkins are for bitches; I like my shit instead Cuz every devil's night we carvin somebody else's head When my meat cleaver chops heads fall to the floor Fuck buying pumpkins at the grocery store Yeah, yeah alright you done flexed some skills on the mike This is my motherfuckin little song here right? (Right) Let's get back to the subject Now hold steady, steady, steady, ready? Insert the blade along the outer eyelid Very slowly I don't wanna look Ok gently count 25 spec meter outer diameters (huh?) A square I know it's hard you'd probably rather just stab and chop But you'll end up with a pile of slop And them ain't, them ain't pumpkin seeds Those are fragments of skull Hey nevermind that get back to work Eating on the fuckin job you'll never be an expert (oh) What you wanna be a mailman, a plumber, or a barber (no) Or do you wanna be like your Uncle Violent J?
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Make this motherfucker sing fool Southern voters I always bring Dumpin' bodies in the meadow When it comes to carvin bitch Ask your trick or fuckin treaters, more than thirty Why I beat and greet the homies with the Chiba Ariba I was born in this October Now come press rewind motherfucker, flows over, over, over... More from ICP (Insane Clown Posse)