Season Of The Pumpkin Lyrics

You Dont Really Know Much About Halloween (x3) Happy Halloween... (Hektik) Hallow's
eve Just another phrase for Devil's nite Mass murdering bitches by the street light
Everybody thinks that candy's to be recieved Little do they know it's the nite of
the witch's eve Open his book, turning the pages of his bloody script Hang me,
strangle me, but don't bullshit The time has come for the House to now prepare To
give this whole motherf*cker a bloody scare Swinging the bloody battle axe, wake
the dead Let em all know the eve is coming, all is said I've misread the tombstones
my transfer Searching for life's questions f*ck the answers No escape, no chance to
leave Letting hell break loose on Hallow's eve Happy Halloween You Dont Really Know
Much About Halloween Happy Halloween... (R.O.C.) Somebody tell em, I've lost my
f*ckin mind There's nowhere to go A different style, a different place, a different
niggero Ill take the double barrel pumpkin gun Step back and pump one right into
your muthaf*ckin clear BOOM! On Hallow's eve, in the trees, let me tear loose
Maximum overdrive, the day before the noose It's Halloween, hear the screams in the dreams Of my f*ckin head, check disease up in my arm's spread Walk the streets I'm
the freak you fools read about The 29th and the 30th, I'm coming out You never know
how much I can let it go Just when, cut off my head, another day, bro On Hallow's
eve, cutting cheese, cutting throats I can't cope, and mothef*cker's feel the night
smoke As it creeps, I can't sleep, I slept, no I got rest Because I breath on the
breeze of Hallow's eve You dont really know what... Happy halloween You don't really
know much about Halloween Happy Halloween... (Mr. Bones) What the f*ck? On Hallow's
eve, I hear the dead souls calling my name Telling me to play the game Hide and seek
with my mind If I hang, running thru the fields, im trying to find In the pumpkin
searching for my brain f*ck my mind, so I guess now Im insane But am I insane? No
Never been sane, so, I got to kill what I can't win I see the Great Pumpkin
floating thru the f*ckin streets On the outskirts, hear the screams and cries Devils
are laughing, now it's time to die Hold my hand and hope that it's all a joke I
found my mind in the mist of the gastly smoke (Caughs)

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