| HALLOWICKED SHIT Dead Pumpkins Mr Rotten Treats Witching hour Halloween on military street-comming soon Mr johnsons head-coming soon -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DEAD PUMPKINS J, Do you have a Halloween story for the class?? Ye Yeah There was this boy and he lived in his house He went to bed one day and when he woke up He was buried up to his head in dirt And he couldn't move and this man came walking along But instead of helping him out The man started kicking him in the face Over and Over, Then he got the lawnmower Trick or Treat Bon Apetite All the little kiddies run down my street Gathering candy treats Door to Door But they walk past my house What For? Probably cause the pumpkins on my porch are real Real human heads carved out with steel Cut out the eyes it takes but a minute Rip out the brains and stick a candle in it Maybe they leave cause I take em inside Come and meet Mother two years ago she died Little boys laugh cause they think its just a dummy But then the smell hits em MMM Smells Yummy Open your bag and I give you my treat Crusty, yellow toes off a dead woman's feet Take you by the hand and I lead you downstairs And that little Jimmy is where you'll stay for the next seven years Lock him in, Lock him in Chained to the Wall Staring at a roach hoping it will crawl Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine Yes My little friends It's a Dead Pumpkin Halloween AWWWW YEAH Its that special time again boys and girls Come to the Pumpkin Patch and bring your candy sack so I can shit in it I love all the children but I can't fuck around Don't come to my door dressed as a clown Cause you never know, I might take it the wrong way Cause I'm the real Juggalokaroka Violent J All year round but I love my Halloween You never get an apple or a purple jelly-bean Droplets of chocolate, a licorice snack Instead you get a deep fried French Poodle Nut Sac Looking out my door I see no children in sight Perhaps they're all dead, Yesterday was Devil's Night They burn down the city and leave it crispy charred I light myself on fire and dance around the back yard All the pretty girlies I can see where your at Sitting on your window, I can turn into a bat Watching you remove all your little clothes for bed I crash through the window and land on your head Drinkin all the blood til its down to the bone And now I must leave, Mother's calling me home Up to the moonlight, I'm gone from the scheme Peace to Detroit City And have a Dead Pumpkin Halloween Im gonna snatch your little candy bag And tie it around your mother fuckin neck and choke you with it Wicked Clown Style -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MR ROTTEN TREATS Uh Well J, that was an interesting Halloween story Anyone else have a story they would like to share with the class?? Uh I have another one You Just Told Yours J So what Bitch You sit here and tell stories all day Im gonna tell this one motherfucker See, He doesn't want me to tell this story because he knows its about Mr Rotten Treats All of your parents know this story too But they'll never tell you about him though Because Long Ago, They all killed Mr Rotten Treats They're afraid that if they talk about him He'll come back from the dead Welcome to the Other Side Thats what they told me when I died I was stabbed in the head Look what you done dead All the blood red One Juggalo Dead It was a cold, dark, scary Halloween Night My neighbors and the people, they didn't really like me right? Because I liked to murder little boys and girls It Was Halloween I Never Meant To Harm No One I Thought You Were Supposed To Murder It Was All In Fun I See The Monsters and The Goblins Im a Killer Too But Then They Called Me Sick So What Was I Supposed To Do? Now I came back from the other side I've come for the people that took my life Trick or Treat Bitch My dead body speaks You tricked me now its only right that you try My Rotten Treats Trick or Treat Trick or Treat Watch as The Dead Man Walks The Streets Mr Rotten Treats has all the good shit over here boys and girls I got balls picked from Detoit's freshest nut sac's Delicious Milky Way's with razor blade fillings I got fudge freshly packed by the fudge packers Must Return to The Other Side But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride Murder Go Round, Dead Body Clown Put the treat n your mouth and swish it all around Excuse me little boy, Is your daddy home? Thank you sonny, Here's a little treat now run along Hey Buddy you thought I was dead You probably stuck the fuckin shank in my head It Was Halloween I Never Meant To Harm No One I Thought You Were Supposed To Murder It Was All In Fun I See The Monsters and The Goblins Im a Killer Too But Then They Called Me Sick So What Was I Supposed To Do? I send you to the Other Side Your buddies and neighbors can come along for the ride Weak bitches, Thought you had me beat But This Halloween, I'm Comin Back With My Rotten Treats Trick or Treat Trick or Treat Watch As The Dead Man Walks The Streets Mr Rotten Treats rules this bitch, bitch I got fried tittie nipples, Sweet Acid Drops Sweet chocolate covered nipple nuggets with creamy shit filling Ask your Mama bitch, She loves my cookie go nut dribbles -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE WITCHING HOUR We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of a punk ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit. Turns out he was the shit, a piece of shit. You see, this young hooligan wasn't afraid to die. So he put his life on the line to gain respect in his neighborhood. Well, the only respect he gets now is from the maggots and worms that are snacking on his dead ass. Life is over death devour Time has come for the witching hour Time for your family to dress up in black Time for your coffin to wind in the back Time for your enemies to laugh at your death Time for the vultures to pick at what's left Time for your homeboy to find a new click Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick Time for your brothers to fight over your car Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are "120 over 40 and falling fast" "Nurse" "I can't get any vitals, I'm losing him. Shit!" <P> Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress Lay it out there's nothing left cuz you're facing death If you see God send my blessings if he's up there And tell that man how you spent your life here Bust around the streets, breathing smoke from the heat And you feelin weak cuz a bullet caught ya go to sleep It's getting deep, now your beats are goin fuck that freak And pretend see their face they drop the leaky leaks You hear some sirens thinking about who was firing See your partner blurry from the spark of the eyelid Holding onto faith wanna survive to retaliate Here comes the reaper, it's grim reaper at your door Wait, can you feel it? pumpin on your inner spirit Got you screaming out for mommy dearest You wanna live, keep on twitching, blood's bitten Time's ticking it's the hour for the witching Quit crying like a bitch Life is over death devour Time has come for the witching hour Time for you to lay dead while everybody stares Time for the reverand to front like he cares Time for your body to rot in your tomb Time for your sister to finally get your room Time for your picture to fade on the wall Time for your crew to hang out at the mall Time for your boys to meet hoes and kick bass While you sit in the dark with maggots crawling on your face "50 more CCs in the IV. Start CPR. I'm still not getting anything" This is a backstab on your ren the friend, Bank grabbers, reaching out just to get fatter That stuff like your soon to be wife in your fat ride Is in the backseat catching it from the backside You wish you had some rum, feeling numb Where the noise at, losing it, where my boys at Hallucinate, seeing caskets to the soon too soon bastard Cuz ya slipped and got blasted Truth tells and lies and all your good times, ampaless 59 minutes later now you're on the respirator Teedon on this shit, you're losing consciousness Your man flashing and your fat ride crashing Unhappy family and its costing black roses Be on the concrete, bloods in your coffin That's all you get is a lost soul on a trip Time up clock ticked the hour to be witched Lookin at my coochie It's about that time, motherfucker Life is over death devour Time has come for the witching hour Time to sit and cry about the fact that you're gone Time to say fuck it, Nitro is on Time for your people to clean out your place Time for your love to go through your tape case Time for your mother to feel a little stress Time for your step dad to give a fuck less Time for the world to keep spinning around Even with you dead in the ground, motherfucker Time for your family to dress up in black Time for your coffin to wind in the back Time for your enemies to laugh at your death Time for the vultures to pick at what's left Time for your homeboy to find a new click Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick Time for your brothers to fight over your car Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are |