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Insane Clown Posse

Genres: Hip-Hop

Wicked Halloween Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

[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 

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