Hey money got a big ass head
Folded like a, like a stop sign
Fuck dawg, hey
We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains
You know what I'm sayin, fuck dat
What? You wanna make a song about death
Squeezin 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, ooey
Chewy, dewy, 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 hair line (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 dont wanna do it?
Well fuck it then screw it
You'll never a pumpkin carver
Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
Sotown, Motown collectin bodies
Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
Sotown, Motown collectin 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 motherfucka now
First, hollow the container
Scrape that bitch with a hanger
Whwhatever 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 ya wanted to.
Umm never leave the eyes in tact
They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit (wack)
Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy
Cause they taste li
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