ICP: Halloween on military street

[Chorus]Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween.People on Military know what this means.Houses on fire, theyre blowin up cars.Creatures in the streets, and razor blades and candy bars.I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my block,Spit in my face and gave my a rock.I tried to give it back and said Ill take nothing instead.Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the headWalked to the next house directly next doorThere I saw an old woman dead on the floorI said Excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?She lifted her leg and scrapped flakes off her dead feetI ran to the next house happy and giddyAnd there I seen a fat woman holding up her tittyI said, Trick-or-treat. she sad Treat-or-trick.And squeezed on her titty until it.......fuck it thats too sickNext house up was sittin back in the woodsI was a lil frightened but fuck I want the goodsI knocked on the door I heard a knock backAnd then I heard COME ON IN and yo Im like FUCK DAT!This house belongs to Mrs. Cherry SpoonShe said, Drop your drawls and your treat is coming soon.I quickly grew a stiffy, but kept my eyes shutA hand came out the mail chute and flicked me in the nutsI wobbled to the next house ready for the worstAnd chillin in the drive was a long black hurstI rang the door bell and said Is anybody home.Of course little biy have a sugar coated kidney stone.I walked throught the field, and to the next cribHer friendliness could only be in her cooking bibI said How bout some candy. she said How bout instead,A nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread.My bags gettin heavy so I rest on the curbAnd riding on his bike her comes little Larry ShurbI snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seatI punched him in the neck, and power bombed him in the streetNow my bag of candy has doubled in sizeUp to the next house for my scary prizeIm like trick-or-treat, trick treat tricky dickhe opened up his door slapped my lips and didnt give me shitRock through his window and ran across the streetTo the Dayton Mansion Im in for a treatI dinged on the dong, and here comes the butlerA big gumpy tall ass lurch lookin mafuckaI said Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?He reached in his pocket but I think he hurt his backIts taking him an hour, my bag is open readyBut then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fuckin pennyThe next house is abandonded so forget itBut wait a minute, I think somebodys livin in itI ran up to the door Trick-or-treat, you cant hideIt was a crackhead, he crawled in my bag and diedThe next house is mine the last on the blockMy mothers sitting on the porch shinning up hr glockI climbed on the roof with my brother Jump SteadyAnd we yelled HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE! to the whole city[Chorus til fade]