Текст песне : Insane Clown Posse. Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 4. Wicked Halloween.
[Incomprehensible]
How horrid to be buried alive
Imagine the [Incomprehensible] trapped in your own coffin
Your heart beating wildly, every gasping breath
Using up your valuable oxygen
My hand popped up out of the dirt
Crawling out with broken wrists that don't even hurt
My blood won't, squirt it's rusty dry,
A millipede made it's home in my eye
I'll get by till the Wicked Halloween
I'm howling straight, dogs follow me
I'm coming home 'Dead Man Walking'
My feet flop clown walkin' might make a beat drop
Spend twenty-five years, I'm chewing on gum
Wait, I got none I'm chewing on my tongue
Walk, oh, my leg snapped off at the knee
I beat a kid in the head with it and stoled his candy
Drag myself all the way to my old block
There go my old house, I go knock
Trick or treat, some chick opened it up
I stabbed her in the gut, started choking the slut
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
Yeah and it's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
Yeah and it's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
Extremely often, I'm laying in my coffin
But this Halloween, the lid's comin' off, son
A dead ninja got work to put in
And quite a few assholes to put a foot in
It's been twenty years, I wonder where my bitch at
My dick's still intact, I wanna hit that
Ain't shit, buddy and this ain't a costume
I only live under the light of the moon
Lookin' for the bitch in the phone book
But my only one good eye, it won't work
Finally found the address, I'm going there
Lookin' like a big Yoda but I don't care
Rang the doorbell with a dead ass rose
Long ass worm hangin' outta my nose
My bitch got older, look like Mick Foley
I killed her 'cuz I refuse to die lonely
Come on, bitch
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
Halloween, the Wicked
The Wicked Halloween
The Wicked
The Wicked Halloween
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
It's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
It's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
It's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
It's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
Halloween
The Wicked Halloween
The Wicked Halloween
The Wicked Halloween
How horrid to be buried alive
Imagine the [Incomprehensible] trapped in your own coffin
Your heart beating wildly, every gasping breath
Using up your valuable oxygen
My hand popped up out of the dirt
Crawling out with broken wrists that don't even hurt
My blood won't, squirt it's rusty dry,
A millipede made it's home in my eye
I'll get by till the Wicked Halloween
I'm howling straight, dogs follow me
I'm coming home 'Dead Man Walking'
My feet flop clown walkin' might make a beat drop
Spend twenty-five years, I'm chewing on gum
Wait, I got none I'm chewing on my tongue
Walk, oh, my leg snapped off at the knee
I beat a kid in the head with it and stoled his candy
Drag myself all the way to my old block
There go my old house, I go knock
Trick or treat, some chick opened it up
I stabbed her in the gut, started choking the slut
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
Yeah and it's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
Yeah and it's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
Extremely often, I'm laying in my coffin
But this Halloween, the lid's comin' off, son
A dead ninja got work to put in
And quite a few assholes to put a foot in
It's been twenty years, I wonder where my bitch at
My dick's still intact, I wanna hit that
Ain't shit, buddy and this ain't a costume
I only live under the light of the moon
Lookin' for the bitch in the phone book
But my only one good eye, it won't work
Finally found the address, I'm going there
Lookin' like a big Yoda but I don't care
Rang the doorbell with a dead ass rose
Long ass worm hangin' outta my nose
My bitch got older, look like Mick Foley
I killed her 'cuz I refuse to die lonely
Come on, bitch
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
And it's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
Halloween, the Wicked
The Wicked Halloween
The Wicked
The Wicked Halloween
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
It's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
It's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
What happened to the wicked?
This real Wicked Halloween
It's time to get blood
And we get blood in it
It's time to get blood
And we get blood everywhere
Halloween
The Wicked Halloween
The Wicked Halloween
The Wicked Halloween
Insane Clown Posse
Forgotten Freshness, Vol.
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