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Insane Clown Posse

Genres: Hip-Hop

Holloween On Military Street Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Fuck, Damnit Another Halloween 

People on Military know what this means, 

Houses on fire,They're blowin up cars, 

Creatures on the street and razorblades in candybars. 

 

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

They spit in my face and gave me 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 

And there I found an old lady dead on the floor 

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

She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feet 

 

I ran to the next house happy and giddy 

There I seen a fat woman holding up her titty 

I said trick or treat she said treat or trick 

And squeezed on her titty til .. fuck it its to sick 

 

The next house was set back in the woods 

I was a little frightened but fuck I want the goods 

I knocked on the door I heard a knock back 

Then I heard 'come on in' and yo I'm like fuck that 

 

This house belongs to miss Cherry Spoon 

She said drop your drawers and your treat is comin 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 rung the doorbell and said is anybody home 

'Of course babyboy have a sugar coated kidney stone' 

 

I walked through the feild into the next crib 

Her friendliness could only be in her cooking bib 

I said how bout some candy 

She said how bout in stead a nice hot fresh homemade loaf of yeast in infection bread 

 

My bags gettin heavy so I rest on the curb 

And riding on his bike here comes little Larry Sherb 

I snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seat 

Punched him in the neck and powerbombed 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 big mansion I'm in for a treat 

I dinged on the dong 

And here comes the butler 

A big gumpy tall ass Lurch lookin mother fucker 

I said hello mister is there something for my sack 

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

Its taking him and hour my bag is open ready 

But then he finally dropped it in my sack a fuckin penny 

 

The next house is abandoned 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 was mine the last on the block 

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

I climbed on the roof with my brother jump steady 

And we yelled HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE TO THE CITY! 

 

Fuck Damnit another Halloween 

People on military know what this means 

Housed on fire They're blowing up cars 

Creatures in the street and razorblades in candybars 

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