| Every halloween he emerges
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| To reek havoc upon the streets of Detroit
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| Nobody knows what he looks like
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| Some believes he wears a paper bag on his head
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| Some believe it’s a pumpkin mask
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| The one thing that they know for sure
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| Is the blood on his knife is real
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| He is… Halloween Head
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| I wait in my cellar as the months pass slowly
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| So many days and weeks, holy-moly
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| Sometimes I hear children playing outdoors
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| Sunlight creeps through the cracky boards
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| I just wait as the such time thinks perfectly
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| In a moments it follow up to October thirtally
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| And then I free the flee of three manic
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| Into the landscapes, spreadin' my wings and make the land shake
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| Jump into the black sky and explode
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| Rain bloody acid, brand new above the all
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| My body landed, west 35K east
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| Halloween had a certified beast
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| Had nothing to our neighbourhood, houses on the
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| Jump into a swimmingpool to turn the water black
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| And the move on along, and he treat or tricks
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| A Halloween Head beat you with a sheet full of bricks
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| He’s crazed death, black as night
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| He comes around when the shit ain’t right
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| Halloween Head x4
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| Halloween, ahahahahaha!
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| As red as blood, a ghostly white
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| He ate the kids and he know he bites
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| Halloween Head x4
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| Halloween, ahahahahaha!
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| Stop the car! |
| Tokio drift kid
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| Snatch him up and beat his head off, full gifted
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| Fuel the car across the finish line first
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| The kid came in much later, hearse
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| I’ve stomped on the street, ninjas pooped their pants
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| The poop advenced when they scoop a glance
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| A Halloween Head gritty, I ain’t nothin' pretty
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| Beat me a pumpkin shitty, haha
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| I snatch innocent bitches, and then I shake em
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| And shake em, until they stop moving, I break em
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| Fuck em, I choke em, I splat them on the wall, splatter!
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| Bitches don’t matter to a Halloween Head
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| I buried ten men up to their chin
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| And kick every last one of they face in
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| Cause it’s fun, it’s free, it’s halloween mean
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| And I’m a halloween crack fiend
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| He’s crazed death, black as night
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| He comes around when the shit ain’t right
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| Halloween Head x4
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| Halloween, ahahahahaha!
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| As red as blood, a ghostly white
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| He ate the kids and he know he bites
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| Halloween Head x4
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| Halloween, ahahahahaha!
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| I’m taller than his face on
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| Better beat on the titty you hoes
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| Run out of your clothes, kick your dicks in
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| And serve another fix in
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| Cut and scratch you hicks, murder mixin'
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| I impale heads on the sticks, stop starin'
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| Quick to burn if he forget to turn
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| I’m on time, brush with line and rat cheese
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| Please, praise me to my knees and every year it’s
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| Boom motherfucker! |
| Come halloween night
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| Beat you till the cops come (pop! pop!) pop some
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| And next stop em dead in their tracks
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| Call the ambulance, with the dead we dance
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| There’s a witch on a broom with a full moon behind her
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| Look into the sky, a quick reminder
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| To wake the dead, let your wings spread
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| I fall out and fly behind the mighty halloween head
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| He’s crazed death, black as night
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| He comes around when the shit ain’t right
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| Halloween Head x4
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| Halloween, ahahahahaha!
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| As red as blood, a ghostly white
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| He ate the kids and he know he bites
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| Halloween Head x4
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| Halloween, ahahahahaha!
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| If you’re out trick or treatin' this halloween
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| Don’t stay out too late and whatever you do
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| Don’t ask the men with a paperbag on his head for candy
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| Stay away from everybody wearin' a pumpkin mask
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| As a matter of fact, stay from anybody who in any way
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| Resembles the halloween head, by the way
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| The legend is not just in Detroit
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| Some believe there’s a Halloween Head in every city
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| Who thinks the goblins and ghouls who haunt the streets
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| On halloween, give him a license to terrorize and kill
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| Stay away as far away as you can from Halloween Head |