Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Green Pumpkinz, artist - Twiztid.
Date of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Green Pumpkinz |
I’mma strange kinda pumpkin' that never goes away |
And I survive of the hatred, and inside I’m all grey |
What’z that shit you say |
My thick ass root’s extracted from 'ya poisonous fruits |
Stronger than a whole house built of bam-boo shoots, 'N hard work |
And it don’t stop until you dead in the dirt |
The truth hurts |
It’s Halloween, time for the dead ghosts to roam |
So lock ya door, make sure you’re not alone! |
My pumpkinz rotten |
Have I forgotten |
That nothing lasts forever |
Got it, damn I forgot it, why won’t this come together |
Hiding behind the moon |
Like the bats, and the freeks at night |
The green is starting to bloom |
Ok to the drawer for the butcher knife! |
Everything is changing to colors of green |
Pumpkinz rottin' away, like hopes 'N dreamz |
But we seem to hold it together, 'N keep it alive |
For mostasteless Juggalo’s wit freek show eyez |
Now in the mirror-mirror visions become a little clearer |
It’s a decomposed vision of terror, starring back at ya |
What you gonna do when you truly see |
That the green book is him and me and family! |
Disregard me as a stitch in ya time |
And now it’s come, to bring the hatred to the |
Front of ya lawn 'N drop the bomb |
The green pumpkinz, symboled as something truly thatz |
Coming, hear it bumpin' people should realy get to runnin' |
It’s the Boogieman, and I’m banging at ya door |
Wit an ax, and a chain-saw, and enough ballz to maim Y’all |
My cigarettes will burn a hole in ya chest |
You hot boxing wit' a monster, you’re a zombie at best |
I’m under beds makin' some noises, grabbin' some legz |
Swear to God, I never touch 'Em I just scare 'Em to death |
I’m never right, I musta' had some shitty Karma as a kid |
Although my musics' made of poison, but somehow I seem to live |
Turn ya porch light on and pray for Sunlight |
Keep ya back door locked, and keep all of ya children outta sight |
I’m translucent, walkin' through walls, hall’s and door’s |
Very magical, I’mma turn five kidz to four! |
Enter into the mind of a serial killa |
Never step, or hide inside cocoons of a caterpilla' |
The mutation has begun and evolved |
Green slime, and blood stains redecorate the wall |
Took the protocol 'N bust it down to lime dust |
And sprinkled it amongst the onez that’s down wit us |
And I trust that everyone will understand |
When they hear the green book, and witness how it began |
In the days when hunger was the wickedest of wayz |
And the magic was felt everytime the CD playz, remember that |
Now thats' an un-subliminal fact |
Embedded on my family axe, 'N lotus tat’s |
You an quote that, in the mist of a spit |
Monoxide, and Madrox all up in this son of a bitch |
For Halloween, underground and unseen |
From Green Pumpkinz' to green books' 'N everything between! |