Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pumpkin Carver , by - Insane Clown Posse. Release date: 23.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pumpkin Carver |
| Hey, money got a big ass head |
| Fool look 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 |
| Scrape 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 |
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| 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 start to fling, terror’s what we bring |
| 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 |