(Teacher)   "J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?"      (Violent J)   "Y-y-yeah, um, there was this boy, and he lived in his house,    and he went to bed one day, and then when he woke up, um,    when he woke up, he was buried up to his head in the dirt,    and he couldn't move, and this man came walking along,    but instead of the man helping him out, the man just started    kicking him and kicking him in his face, over and over,    and then he got the lawnmower, and then he....."      Trick or treat, bon appetit   All the little kiddies running down my street   Gathering candy treats door to door   But they walk past mine, what for?   Probably ''cause the pumpkins on my porch are real   Real human heads carved out with steel   Cut out the eyes, man, it takes but a minute   Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it   Maybe they leave ''cause I take 'em inside   Come and meet Mother, two years ago she died   Little boys laugh, ''cause they think it's just a dummy   But then the smell hits 'em, MMMMM..... smells yummy   Open your bags and I'll give you my treat   Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet   Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs   And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years   Starving and weakening, chained to a wall   Staring at a roach, hoping it will crawl   Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine   Yes, my little friends, it's a Dead Pumpkins Halloween      (Shaggy 2 Dope)   "Awwwwwwwwww, yeah, it's that special time of year, boys and girls,    so come to the pumpkin patch and bring your pantysacks so I can shit in it,    you beeeeeyitch!!!!!"      (Violent J)   Well, I love all the children, but I can't fuck around   Don't come to my door dressed as a clown   ''cause you never know, I might take it the wrong way   ''cause I'm the real wicked juggalokaro Violent J   All year 'round, but I love my Halloween   You'll never get an apple or a purple jelly bean   Dropping some chocolates, a licorice snack   Instead you get a deep-fried French poodle nutsack   Peeking out my door, I see no children in sight   Perhaps they're all dead, yesterday was Devil's Night   They burn down the city and they leave it crispy-charred   I light myself on fire and I dance around my backyard   All the pertty girlies, I can see where you're at   Sitting on your window, I can turn into a bat   Watching you remove all your little clothes used for bed   I crash through the window and land on your head   Drinking the blood, blood is gone to the bone   But now, I must leave, Mother's calling me home   Up to the moonlight, I'm gone from the scene   Peace to Detroit City and have a Dead Pumpkins Halloween      (Shaggy 2 Dope)   "Yeeeeeeeeah, I'm gonna smash your little candy bags,    only I'm gonna tie 'em around your muthafuckin' necks    and choke you with 'em Wicked Clown style, muthafucka!!!!!"      (Violent J)   "Detroit's in this bitch!!!!!"