ICP: Dead pumpkins

J, do you have a halloween story for the class?[violent j]Y-y-yeah, um, there was this boy, and he lived in his house,And he went to bed one day, and then when he woke up, um,When he woke up, he was buried up to his head in the dirt,And he couldnt move, and this man came walking along,But instead of the man helping him out, the man just startedKicking him and kicking him in his face, over and over,And then he got the lawnmower, and then he.....Dick or treat, bon appetitAll the little kiddies running down my streetGathering candy treats door to doorBut they walk past mine, what for?Probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are realReal human heads carved out with steelCut out the eyes, man, it takes but a minuteRip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in itMaybe they run cuz i take em insideCome and meet mother, two years ago she diedLittle boys laugh, cuz they think its just a dummyBut then the smell hits em, mmmmm..... smells yummyOpen your bags and ill give you my treatCrusty yellow toes off a dead womans feetTake me by the hand, and ill lead you downstairsAnd that, little chickies, is where youll spend the next seven yearsStarving and weakening, chained to a wallStaring at a roach, hoping it will crawlInto your mouth for a tasty cuisineYes, my little friends, its a dead pumpkins halloween[shaggy 2 dope]awwwwwwwwww, yeah, its that special time of year, boys and girls,So come to the pumpkin patch and bring your pantysacks so i can shit in it,You beeeeeyitch!!!!![violent j]Well, i love all the kiddies, but i cant fuck aroundDont come to my door dressed as a clowncuz you never know, i might take it the wrong waycuz im the real wicked juggalokaro violent jAll year round, but i love my halloweenYoull never get an apple or a purple jelly beanDropping some chocolates, a licorice snackInstead you get a deep-fried french poodle nutsackPeeking out my door, i see no children in sightPerhaps theyre all dead, yesterday was devils nightThey burn down the city and they leave it crispy-charredI light myself on fire and i dance around my backyardHungry bellies, i can see where youre atSitting on my window, i can turn into a batWatching you remove all your little clothesies for bedI crash through the window and land on your headDrinking the blood, blood is gone to the boneBut now, i must leave, mothers calling me homeUp to the moonlight, im gone from the scenePeace to detroit city and have a dead pumpkins halloween[shaggy 2 dope]yeeeeeeeeah, im gonna smash your little candy bags,Only im gonna tie em around your muthafuckin necksAnd choke you with em wicked clown style, muthafucka!!!!![violent j]detroits in this bitch!!!!!