Ian (Geno Cultsh*t)
Oh hell yeah motherf*cker it's that time of year when the freaks and the creeps get crunk on fear get smashed of Mickey's , smashing up pumpkins see my di*k licked In the woods by a munchkin
Damien
You can keep your jack o' lanterns , I'm carving up heads I sing for the dead and the hills run red , I'm under your bed in a mask from Walgreen's
16 teens chopped up by Halloween
Dope fiend
Halloween motherf*cker why you acting like a b*tch , I'd be in your throat and have yo ass chocking on a twix
Trick or treat in my bag is God damn gauge and i'll be blowing the heads off of all you fags
Chorus: Ian (Geno Cultsh*t)
No I don't know why you f*ck with me when it's Halloween you better run away if you ever see me
Ian( Geno Cultsh*t)
Yo it's Halloween you know it's time you trick or treat down my block and you'll die it's murder , it's murder , it's murder ,it's murder
October 31st imma own the plaque instead of candy there's severed heads in my sack
It's murder it's murder it's murder it's murder