| I’mma strange kinda pumpkin' that never goes away
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| And I survive of the hatred, and inside I’m all grey
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| What’z that shit you say
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| My thick ass root’s extracted from 'ya poisonous fruits
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| Stronger than a whole house built of bam-boo shoots, 'N hard work
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| And it don’t stop until you dead in the dirt
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| The truth hurts
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| It’s Halloween, time for the dead ghosts to roam
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| So lock ya door, make sure you’re not alone!
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| My pumpkinz rotten
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| Have I forgotten
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| That nothing lasts forever
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| Got it, damn I forgot it, why won’t this come together
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| Hiding behind the moon
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| Like the bats, and the freeks at night
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| The green is starting to bloom
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| Ok to the drawer for the butcher knife!
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| Everything is changing to colors of green
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| Pumpkinz rottin' away, like hopes 'N dreamz
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| But we seem to hold it together, 'N keep it alive
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| For mostasteless Juggalo’s wit freek show eyez
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| Now in the mirror-mirror visions become a little clearer
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| It’s a decomposed vision of terror, starring back at ya
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| What you gonna do when you truly see
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| That the green book is him and me and family!
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| Disregard me as a stitch in ya time
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| And now it’s come, to bring the hatred to the
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| Front of ya lawn 'N drop the bomb
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| The green pumpkinz, symboled as something truly thatz
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| Coming, hear it bumpin' people should realy get to runnin'
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| It’s the Boogieman, and I’m banging at ya door
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| Wit an ax, and a chain-saw, and enough ballz to maim Y’all
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| My cigarettes will burn a hole in ya chest
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| You hot boxing wit' a monster, you’re a zombie at best
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| I’m under beds makin' some noises, grabbin' some legz
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| Swear to God, I never touch 'Em I just scare 'Em to death
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| I’m never right, I musta' had some shitty Karma as a kid
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| Although my musics' made of poison, but somehow I seem to live
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| Turn ya porch light on and pray for Sunlight
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| Keep ya back door locked, and keep all of ya children outta sight
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| I’m translucent, walkin' through walls, hall’s and door’s
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| Very magical, I’mma turn five kidz to four!
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| Enter into the mind of a serial killa
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| Never step, or hide inside cocoons of a caterpilla'
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| The mutation has begun and evolved
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| Green slime, and blood stains redecorate the wall
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| Took the protocol 'N bust it down to lime dust
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| And sprinkled it amongst the onez that’s down wit us
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| And I trust that everyone will understand
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| When they hear the green book, and witness how it began
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| In the days when hunger was the wickedest of wayz
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| And the magic was felt everytime the CD playz, remember that
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| Now thats' an un-subliminal fact
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| Embedded on my family axe, 'N lotus tat’s
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| You an quote that, in the mist of a spit
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| Monoxide, and Madrox all up in this son of a bitch
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| For Halloween, underground and unseen
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| From Green Pumpkinz' to green books' 'N everything between! |