Halloween On Military Street Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

(Chorus) 

Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween 

People on Military know what this means 

Houses on fire, they're blowin up cars 

Creatures in the streets, and razor blades and candy bars 

I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my block 

Spit in my face and gave my a rock 

I tried to give it back and said "I'll take nothing instead" 

Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head 

Walked to the next house directly next door 

There I saw an old lady dead on the floor 

I said "Excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?" 

She lifted her leg and scrapped flakes off her dead feet 

I ran to the next house happy and giddy 

And there I seen a fat woman holding up her titty 

I said, "Trick-or-treat." she sad "Treat-or-trick." 

And squeezed on her titty until it.....fuck it, that's too sick 

Next house up was sittin back in the woods 

I was a lil frightened but fuck I want the goods 

I knocked on the door I heard a knock back 

And then I heard "COME ON IN" and yo I'm like FUCK DAT 

This house belongs to Mrs. Cherry Spoon 

She said, Drop your drawers and your treat is coming soon 

I quickly grew a stiffy, but kept my eyes shut 

A hand came out the mail chute and flicked me in the nuts 

I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst 

And chillin in the drive was a long black hurst 

I rang the door bell and said Is anybody home 

Of course little biy have a sugar coated kidney stone 

I walked throught the field, and to the next crib 

Her friendliness could only be in her cooking bib 

I said "How bout some candy." she said How bout instead, 

A nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread 

My bag's gettin heavy so I rest on the curb 

And riding on his bike her comes little Larry Shurb 

I snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seat 

I punched him in the neck, and power bombed him in the street 

Now my bag of candy has doubled in size 

Up to the next house for my scary prize 

I'm like trick-or-treat, trick treat tricky dick 

He opened up his door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit 

Rock through his window and ran across the street 

To the Dayton Mansion I'm in for a treat 

I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler 

A big gumpy tall ass lurch lookin motherfucker 

I said Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack 

He reached in his pocket but I think he hurt his back 

It's taking him an hour, my bag is open ready 

But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fucking penny 

The next house is abandonded so forget it 

But wait a minute, I think somebody's livin in it 

I ran up to the door "Trick-or-treat, you can't hide" 

It was a crackhead, he crawled in my bag and died 

The next house is mine the last on the block 

My mother's sitting on the porch shining up her glock 

I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady 

And we yelled "HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE!" to the whole city 

(Chorus til fade)