Season Of The Pumpkin Lyrics - House Of Krazees

You don't really know much about Halloween 

You don't really know much about Halloween 

You don't really know much about Halloween 

Happy Halloween 

Hallow's eve just another phrase for devil's nite mass 

Murdering bitches by the street light 

Everybody thinks that candy's to be recieved 

Little do they know it's the nite of the witch's eve 

Open his book, turning the pages of his bloody script 

Hang me, strangle me but don't bullshit 

The time has come for the House to now prepare 

To give this whole motherfucker a bloody scare 

Swinging the bloody battle axe, wake the dead 

Let 'em all know the eve is coming, all is said, I've misread 

The tombstones, my transfer searching for life's questions 

Fuck the answers, no escape, no chance to leave 

Letting hell break loose on Hallow's eve 

Happy Halloween 

You don't really know much about Halloween 

Halloween 

Somebody tell em, I've lost my fuckin' mind 

There's nowhere to go, a different style 

A different place, a different niggero 

I'll take the double barrel pumpkin gun 

Step back and pump one right into your muthafuckin' clear, boom 

On Hallow's eve, in the trees, let me tear loose 

Maximum overdrive, the day before the noose 

It's Halloween, hear the screams in the dreams 

Of my fuckin' head, check disease up in my arm's spread 

Walk the streets I'm the freak you fools read 

About The 29th and the 30th 

I'm coming out, you never know 

How much I can let it go, just when, cut off my head 

Another day, bro, on Hallow's eve 

Cutting cheese, cutting throats I can't cope 

And mothefucker's feel the night smoke 

As it creeps, I can't sleep, I slept, no I got rest 

Because I breathe on the breeze of Hallow's eve 

You don't really know what 

Happy Halloween 

You don't really know much about Halloween 

Happy Halloween 

What the fuck? On Hallow's eve, I hear the dead souls 

Calling my name, telling me to play the game hide and seek 

With my mind If I hang, running thru the fields 

I'm trying to find in the pumpkin searching for my brain 

Fuck my mind, so I guess, now I'm insane 

But am I insane? No never been sane 

So, I got to kill, what I can't win 

I see the great pumpkin floating thru the fuckin' streets 

On the outskirts, hear the screams 

And cries, devils are laughing, now it's time to die 

Hold my hand and hope that it's all a joke 

I found my mind in the mist of the ghastly smoke