Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Halloween Night, artist - The Jokerr.
Date of issue: 02.12.2019
Song language: English
Halloween Night |
It’s Halloween night and no one’s gonna find you |
Halloween night, we’re creeping right behind you |
You can try to run, you can try to hide |
But Halloween night, it’s pointless cause we’re everywhere |
We’re everywhere, we’re everywhere |
Yo, look look look |
It’s Halloween night, and I’m looking like a zombie |
Arms out, mummy wrap-stretch dragging behind me |
Some little kid stepped on it, it clothed-lined me |
Spun me around, I fell down on my hiney |
Boom! |
Pelvic bones shattered into pieces |
Back to my feet, skin cracking in the leaflets |
Stinking like a non-refrigerated meat locker when the heat hits |
Mixed with nursing home sheet shits |
Feet just crackling, shin bones fragmented |
Eye balls hanging out, optic nerves dragging them |
All I wanna do is find some little punk bastard and |
Grab him by his rib cage and squeeze it 'til I crack it in |
My curse happened when I got a little naughty |
Hit the ancient Egyptian wizard’s mistress and he caught me |
Now I’m trying to rest in peace but he just won’t let me |
Instead I’m roaming the streets harvesting souls every Halloween |
It’s Halloween night and no one’s gonna find you |
Halloween night, we’re creeping right behind you |
You can try to run, you can try to hide |
But Halloween night, it’s pointless cause we’re everywhere |
We’re everywhere, we’re everywhere |
Look, look look |
Now every single Halloween I know what the task at hand is |
But every year it’s getting harder and harder to manage |
See back in the day I could just run up and be like ah |
They’d shit their pants and run screaming and then I’d grab 'em |
But now those old tactics don’t seem to be as functional |
And I’m on a schedule, be damned if I ain’t punctual |
I gotta try something new, here this skunk should do |
I spray 'em and track 'em down with the scent of its funky spew |
Get over here (hiss, screams) ah, it bit me |
Ass blasted my face and ran into a bush quickly |
Wait, that wasn’t a skunk (shit!) |
It was a damn raccoon dressed like a skunk for a Halloween function |
Now I’m getting flustered, time to make a plan B |
I got it! |
I’ll hang myself up from a damn tree |
They’ll think I’m a decoration and when they come exam me |
I’ll cut myself down and spring it on 'em like Bambi |
It’s Halloween night and no one’s gonna find you |
Wait, hold up, hold up. |
Did you just say, «spring it on 'em like Bambi?» |
(Yeah yeah, I… because like remember in Bambi…) |
Bro? |
(Not the verb to spring, but like the actual season?) |
No I get it, I get it |
(I kind of did like a double entendre there) |
Do you realize how elaborate of an inference that is, to process? |
(No, remember when all the animals were twitterpated, it was spring, get it?) |
Oh my god. |
Dude, why you making a Bambi reference in a Halloween track anyway? |
(I don’t know man, I personally thought it went kinda hard) |
No situation exists in which that line can be considered hard |
(Ah, I thought it was dope) |
I hate you |
It’s Halloween night and no one’s gonna find you |
Halloween night, we’re creeping right behind you |
You can try to run, you can try to hide |
But Halloween night, it’s pointless cause we’re everywhere |
We’re everywhere, we’re everywhere |
Look, look |
Its Halloween night, and I’m chasing after children |
Ran up on a sixth grader dressed up like a Pilgrim |
Jumped out like (Gggrrr) he grabbed his brass hot bill clip |
And punched me in the teeth while his homies sat there and filmed it, |
like (WorldStar…) |
He uppercut me with his bag of candy |
My head went flying through the air like a banshee |
I’m watching my body trip over shit like a panzy |
My head’s rolling down the street cussing like Chef Ramsey |
I finally got my head on straight, I’m on the hunt again |
Here come a Girl Scout troop, I jumped out in front of 'em |
One of 'em ducked and stuck out a leg when I went to lunge at 'em |
I tripped, looked up they all were holding clubs and started pummeling |
Finally got up and then some other little cocky kid |
Kicked my crotch and squished my balls like a couple rotten figs |
I slumped in pain, he double front-kicked my esophagus |
Onto a car, and Randy Orton RKO’d me off of it |
When I regained consciousness, all I saw was a wall of 'em |
Some girl dressed up like a witch, hit me with a cauldron |
I went flying backwards like fifty feet to my astonishment |
That shit was real iron, how’d she have the strength toss the shit |
I turned around and saw all of their eyes glowing |
Heard a wolf howl and felt a sudden gust of wind blowing |
Now I’m surrounded by 'em, they’re closing in, I’m already scared |
They’re coming out the trees and the bushes, oh god, they’re everywhere |
It’s Halloween night and no one’s gonna find you |
Halloween night, we’re creeping right behind you |
You can try to run, you can try to hide |
But Halloween night, it’s pointless cause we’re everywhere |
We’re everywhere, we’re everywhere |
Aight dude, hold up, hold up |
(What?) |
Can we talk about this… Randy Orton, really? |
(What it’s funny, I said Randy Orton) |
You, you don’t even like wrestling |
(Well it was a hilarious illustration) |
Yea yea, but again, Halloween track |
(Come on) |
Horror stuff, scary things |
(Come on) |
First you’re talking about Bambi |
(So?) |
And now you’re talking about professional wrestling |
(It was funny) |
Which you don’t even care about |
(Hey that… that's not true, I like professional wrestling |
I mean when I was a little kid I used to really be into N.W.A.) |
Oh my god |
(And, the, uh, the massive man, uh, uh, Randy Sausage or whatever) |
Bro, this is how much you know about wrestling, that kid wasn’t even dressed up |
like Randy Orton |
(Really?) |
No he wasn’t. |
And that’s another reason why you’re stupid for using that line |
(Well who was he dressed up like then?) |
You know |
(No I don’t know) |
Dude, just think about it |
(Well Randy Orton was who I thought it was so if you’re telling me it’s not him |
then I don’t know) |
Bro, you really don’t know? |
(No, I don’t, stop playing this game just tell me who it was) |
Dude, you’re unbelievable, alright, I’ll tell you who it was |
(Thank you) |
The wrestler from earlier in the song wasn’t actually Randy Orton |
It was |
JOHN CENA! |