| «Y-y-yeah, um, there was this boy, and he lived in his house
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| And he went to bed one day, and then when he woke up, um
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| When he woke up, he was buried up to his head in the dirt
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| And he couldn’t move, and this man came walking along
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| But instead of the man helping him out, the man just started
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| Kicking him and kicking him in his face, over and over
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| And then he got the lawnmower, and then he…»
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| Trick or treat, bon appetit
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| All the little kiddies running down my street
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| Gathering candy treats door to door
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| But they walk past 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-b-b-brains and put a candle in it
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| Maybe they run 'cuz 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, MMMMM… smells yummy
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| Open your bags and I’ll 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 I’ll lead you downstairs
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| And that, little chickies, is where you’ll spend the next seven years
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| Starving and weakening, chained to a wall
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| Staring 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 a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
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| (Shaggy 2 Dope)
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| «Awwwwwwwwww, yeah, it’s that special time of year, boys and girls
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| So come to the pumpkin patch and bring your candy sacks so I can shit in it
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| You beeeeeyitch!!!»
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| (Violent J)
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| Well, I love all the kiddies, but 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, I might take it the wrong way
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| 'Cuz I’m the real wicked juggalokaro Violent J
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| All year 'round, but I love my Halloween
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| You’ll never get an apple or a purple jelly bean
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| Dropping some chocolates, a licorice snack
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| Instead you get a deep-fried French poodle nutsack
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| Peeking out my door, I see no children in sight
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| Perhaps they’re all dead, yesterday was Devil’s Night
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| They burn down the city and they leave it crispy-charred
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| I light myself on fire and I dance around my backyard
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| Hungry bellies, I can see where you’re at
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| Sitting on my window, I can turn into a bat
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| Watching you remove all your little clothesies for bed
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| I crash through the window and land on your head
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| Drinking the blood, blood is gone to the bone
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| But now, I must leave, Mother’s calling me home
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| Up to the moonlight, I’m gone from the scene
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| Peace to Detroit City and have a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
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| (Shaggy 2 Dope)
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| «Yeeeeeeeeah, I’m gonna smash your little candy bags
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| Only I’m gonna tie 'em around your muthafuckin' necks
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| And choke you with 'em Wicked Clown style, muthafucka!!!»
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| (Violent J)
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| «Detroit's in this bitch!!!» |