Dead Pumpkins Lyrics

J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?
Ye-ye-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house and um,
he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um,
and when he woke up he was, he was buried up to his head in the dirt and um,
he couldn't move and this man came walkin along
but instead of the man helping him out
the man just started kickin him and kickin him in his face over and over
and then he got the lawn mower and then he......

Trick or Treat bone appetite.
All the little kiddies runnin down my street.
Gathering candy treats door to door.
But they walk pass mine, what for?
Probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real.
Real human heads carved out with steel.
Cut out the eyes man it takes but a minute.
Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it.
Maybe they leave cuz I take 'em inside.
Come and meet mother, 2 years ago she died.
Little boys laugh cuz they think it's 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 me by the hand and I lead you down stairs.
And that little Jimmy is were you'll spend the next 7 years.
Staring and weakening chained to the wall.
Starin at a roach hoping it will crawl.
Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine.
Yes my little friend, it's the Dead Pumpkin Halloween.

Ahhhhh yeah, it's that special time of year once again.
So come to the pumpkin patch and bring your panty sacks.
So I can shit in 'em you bitch.

Well I love all the children but I can't fuck around.
Don't come to my door dressed as a clown.
Cuz you never know I might take it the wrong way.
Cuz I'm the real wicked Jugalocaro Violent J.
Follow you around but I love my Halloween.
You never get an apple or a purple jellybean.
Droplets of chocolate a licorice snack.
Instead you get a deep friend french poodle nutsack.
Looking out my door I see no children in sight.
Perhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils night.
They burn down the city and they leave the crispy chard.
I light myself on fire and dance around my back yard.
All the pretty girlies I can see were your at.
Sitting on your window I can turn into a bat.
Watchin you remove all your little clothesy's for bed.
I crashed through your window and land on your head.
Drinking the blood that has gone through the bone.
Now I must leave mothers calling me home.
Up to the moonlight I'm gone from the scene.
Peace to Detroit city, and have a Dead Pumpkin Halloween.

Yeah I'll snatch your little candy bag.
Only I'm a tie it around your mutha fucken neck.
And choke you with it wicked clown style. Ha ha fuck.
(Detriot's in this bitch.)
Trick of treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street.
(Check it out mutha fuckers yeah,
Wicked clowns in this mutha fucker,
Detriot's in this mutha fucker)