| Its Mista Mista Mista
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| Do you remember the skeleton that came to get ya
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| Do you remember the bloody knife the painted picture
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| Pumpkin masks on the faces, killas are babysitter
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| Which is Samhain, random people up and away die in pain
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| Cause its crazy to remain awake
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| Blood in my liking opportunist
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| Sharp object right place right times
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| Vines telling me to do this
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| And drag em right back to the pumpkin patch
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| Bury em 6 deep
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| Without a shovel using their hands and dig to the deep
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| Blood up in underneath the fingernails again
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| Pumpkin cycle is feeding the children
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| Dirty chill by my otherworld forces
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| Deeper than blood causing timetable to change forces
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| Feed time sleep while I raise a pumpkin feast
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| Nosferatu told the line
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| Death for anyone who
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| Opens this casket
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| Opens this casket
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| Goddamn rest in peace
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| Death for anyone who
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| Opens this casket
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| Opens this casket
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| Goddamn rest in peace
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| Nighttime dark rhymes rewind old school
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| We the new mind but still murderous
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| HOK now faceless pumpkin mask
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| Circa 1993 this may be ya last
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| Season of breathing Hektic Mr. Bones
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| And R.O.C. |
| the dirty trio peep again we’re home
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| Sweet homes streets we still breathe the breath
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| A frightened little child ran with nowhere to run
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| We’re still in minds of many outbreed we on
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| Trauma to the head’s evolution we been gone
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| Them caskets we cut to make you run tuck
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| The bodies set em burn the rich
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| Now I scream on wax gives what
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| No we won’t go away not today
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| As the BUK HOK ROC in this space
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| So throw your hands in the air
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| The style is still plasmic
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| So hold it but you can’t help but respect it check it
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| Death for anyone who
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| Opens this casket
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| Opens this casket
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| Goddamn rest in peace
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| Death for anyone who
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| Opens this casket
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| Opens this casket
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| Goddamn rest in peace
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| Starstruck with bloodlust
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| Contaminated in the brain the eve was upon us
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| And we gon let the moonlight and when they want us
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| Cause I can feel the murderer inside of me grow stronger
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| I don’t wanna sit here sedated any longer
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| I wanna get back to putting people in comas
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| Wanna cut heads off I get it bring em home
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| Hang em on the wall like high school diplomas
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| Evil’s in me like Carson Newman I supposed
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| You haven’t noticed while your throats been raised and opened
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| Cause you never wear like a bunch of seven hoses
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| Underground better take notice
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| We ain’t here to make friends
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| Us three together is murderous mayhem
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| HOK are the letters to say when
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| You see the facemask just know we at it again
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| Death for anyone who
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| Opens this casket
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| Opens this casket
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| Goddamn rest in peace
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| Death for anyone who
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| Opens this casket
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| Opens this casket
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| Goddamn rest in peace |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death 4any1 Who... , by - Twiztid. Song from the album Trick or Treat, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп