ICP (Insane Clown Posse)

ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Pumpkin Cover lyrics

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(feat. Twiztid, Kottonmouth Kings)

Hey, money got a big ass head

Folded like a, like a stop sign

Fuck dog, ey, we gotta go get that motherfuckin' ball of brains

You know what I'm sayin', fuck that, yeah

What, you wanna make a song about death

Squeezing on a neck until it's all outta breath

You wanna hear me rap about being the hardest

Well fuck that, from now on I'm an artist

I carve pumpkins, chop, chewy

Slice, swing twice, stab, screwy, ooh-ee

Chewy, dooey, gooey, slop

It all starts with a quick chop, drop

Pumpkin rolls on the floor

Almost out the front door, oh, we can't have that

Cut along the hairline, bowl cut

Hold the pumpkin between your legs and lift up

Boing, brains, snippity snip all the veins

Snip, cut, what, what the matter, you don't wanna do it

Well fuck it then, screw it, you'll never be a pumpkin carver

Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby

So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies

Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby

So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies

Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

What, you don't like this rhyme

I can't be on point all the time

Fuck, it's Halloween, I gotta make a living somehow

I'm a professional pumpkin sculptor, alright motherfucker

Now, first, hollow the container

Strike that bitch with a hanger

Whatever just get something, just get the motherfucker all hollowed out

Like you could fill it up with lemonade and pour it out the mouth if you wanted to

Never leave the eyes intact

They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit, wack

Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy

Cause they taste like candy

Psych, I'm only playing, okay now, get the scalpel

Slowly cut around the mouth, be careful

What the fuck! We needed the lip!

Here, let me give you a little tip, slow the fuck down!

Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby

So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies

Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby

So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies

Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Take a closer look you scary motherfuckers

Don't my jack-o-lantern look like your little brother

Neck nuggets what we bring, terror start to fling

Twiztid, ICP and the Kottonmouth Kings

Pumpkins are for bitches, I like my shit instead

Cause every devil's night we carving somebody else's head

When my meatcleaver chops, heads fall to the floor

Fuck buying pumpkins at the grocery store

Yeah, yeah alright, you done flexed some skills on the mic

This is my motherfuckin' little song here, right

Right, let's get back to the subject

Now hold steady, steady, steady, ready

Insert the blade along the outer eyelid

Very, slowly, I don't wanna look! Ah, you did

Okay, gently count twenty-five specmetre outer diameters, huh? A square!

I know it's hard, you'd probably rather just stab and chop

But you'll end up with a pile of slop

I've done it before, and them ain't, them ain't pumpkin seeds

Those are fragments of skull, oh, crunchy

Hey, never mind that, get back to work

Eating on the fuckin' job, you'll never be an expert

What you wanna be, a mailman, a plumber or a barber, no

Or do you wanna be like your uncle Violent J, a pumpkin carver

Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby

So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies

Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby

So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies

Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Make these motherfuckers sing fool

Kick 'em to the spleen, happy Halloween

I be burnin' Cali, southern voters always bring

Pletto from the ghetto dumping bodies in the meadow

When it comes to carvin', bitch, I'm sharper than Gepetto

I'm lovin' that stiletto, ask your trick or fuckin' treaters

More than thirty, why I beat and greet the homies with the Chiba

Ariba, I was born in this October

Now come press rewind, motherfuckin' flow's over, over, over

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