| WAAUGH!
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| Goin' Trick-or-treatin' in my… Murda Cloak
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| Goin' Trick-or-treatin' in my Murda Cloak
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| I woke up I don’t remember fallin' asleep
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| I feel the same wicked hungers callin' from deep
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| They tell me to hunt devils in they robes and slippers
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| Take some bow clippers, a black cloak and scissors
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| Now I’m standin' in the backyard full of regret
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| Staedy sweatin' once I do this ain’t over yet
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| In and through the back door everybody’s asleep
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| I see they tidy and neat, I’m 'bout to bloody they sheets
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| It’s gonna be a blood-splatter expert field day
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| Because I’m killin' today, to take this feelin' away
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| They told me you people are here to ruin our cause
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| Nevermind screwin' your drawers, ya gonna have to repaint the walls
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| 'Cause its a hunger, and I’m hungry like I’m homeless and its Thanksgivin'
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| Thank you for the sacrifice your life is what you givin'
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| No forgivin' me you hate the homiciadal insane
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| You hatin' nothin' with these scissors in your brain
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| Now watch your eyes bleed
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| It’s the simplest life…
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| I can’t stop myself, I need some help
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| And with nobody left I’m killin' myself
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| It’s the simplest life…
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| I can’t stop myself, I need some help
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| And with nobody left I’m killin' myself
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| Sometimes I wear my Murda Cloak and tune into the news
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| I like to watch they speculation 'cause they always assume
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| They found a shoeprint, a nail, and a (?) up there
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| When the fuck these stupid piggies gonna learn out there
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| I tied a bitch up, I duct taped the bitch face
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| I threw her in the trunk at home I found her suffocated waste
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| I had to cut the bitch up, just meant to shut the bitch up
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| I never fucked that ho they said I did, man she was a slut
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| I’m sick and tired of they lives, thus everybody dies
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| Break into some homes, I see a spoon and bloody eyes I’m nutty, guys
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| But you can’t see the darkness I do
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| Maybe I’m heartless, it’s true, but every part is 'cause you
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| My daddy beat me with a seven, I had then brought home a hooker
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| My daddy beat her shovel, threw her in the cooker
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| Next day I hate to say it, but you know what happens next
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| He served my plate and in the meat I found a Kotex, Oh my God
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| H-H-Ha-Hallowicked (Hallowicked)
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| I time for the dawn of muder (and muder folks)
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| Join us…
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| As we freball backwards… into the depths |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murdo Cloak, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song 20th Anniversary Hallowicked Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп