Hey money got a big ass head

Folded like a, like a stop sign

Fuck dawg, hey

We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains

You know what I'm sayin, fuck dat

What? You wanna make a song about death

Squeezin 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, ooey

Chewy, dewy, 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 hair line (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 dont wanna do it?

Well fuck it then screw it

You'll never a pumpkin carver

Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby

Sotown, Motown collectin bodies

Twiztid, clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby

Sotown, Motown collectin 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 motherfucka now

First, hollow the container

Scrape that bitch with a hanger

Whwhatever 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 ya wanted to.

Umm never leave the eyes in tact

They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit (wack)

Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy

Cause they taste li