House of Krazees Season of the Pumpkin Revisited Lyrics:
destroyin' yo existence it's the season to be
persistant my nigga needed assistance i was there
in an instant the plot thickens in every track
that we lay down systematic i'm bringin' static
with my thunderous sounds get down, while i be
wreckin' with the highest of stunts and to the
suckaz that hate us like hawaiian i punch ain't no
replacement to the prior residence of my home i'm
the skrapz and for years i been spittin' alone
smashin' pumpkins on stage in a rage a machine
devilish fiends, wreckin' the detroit scene
kickin' ass leavin stars on yo head from my
converse chuck taylors size 10 and it hurts
disperse the nonsense and fuck reminisn'
premeditatin' a murder while y'all is out dissin'
supportin' all the anger contaminatin' my veins my
heart pulse beats to the drum and it's strange!
sol: no time to emphathize the reversal of rolls
begins master pumpkin patcher back again identify
yourself or be executed most disputed s.o.l. sol's
still fuckin' foolin grabbin' extensions i'm bored
squeezed with cords lights and eyes shine bright
pumpkins smashin' on the floor bitch, got you on
the run double barrel shotgun call the riot squad
street sweeper pull it back run pumpkins launch
like rockets nothin' can stop it i told y'all
h.o.k. for life i'm still rockin' soarin through
the sky like demons so close brain waves start
speedin muredrous thoughts on this deadly season
say i was washed up finished and gone and in yo
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tiny little brain you screamin home sweet home and
i'm gone, location pumpkin street, vines they meet
and greet we strangle holds and don't beware of
the beast sucka! 16 measure break... skrapz:
comin' from the east side bangin' on wax like i'm
a crip makin' y'all straight up trip but get off
my dick i'm a rookie to a duo of a terrifying
background and any mutha fucka step up, they betta
back down i'm a neck strangla raised in the anger
got a bitch and i'ma bang her get pregneant, coat
hanger i ain't bull shittin' try me the skrapz is
aid's and you the common cold you'll never find me
so blind me my eyes bleed from where the tears
come welcome to the new house bitch face yo fears
and run it's the season ain't no other reason but
halloween and to a fiend thats trick 'r' treatin'
and screams no what i mean i'm likin' pumpkins up
whip em' at yo cut, devils night got you fucked up
trick, and i'm a buck, buck, buck until you bleed
and plant that ass in my yard like a seed sol:
yeah! i'm scatterin' words like pumpkin seeds my
mind speeds injectin' you sayin' please too late i
had to freeze appearin' at times like gangrel you
can't tell go through hell to rock the mic for the
krazees well i'm back, seasons get wickeed and all
hockey masks outlasted past souls they fall and
ball snap they head off wit my carvin' knife then
commence to saw until i get jack-o-lantern with no
life the night time eases with a little breath
myth sets over the rest while the pumpkin man sees
yo death no request some say it's in-humane, am i
insane? or do i have the right to entertain is it
a game or could the message be took house of
krazees the name so look the judge the book put me
under the hook all the bad souls let em' fry,
s.o.p. part 2 strapped on they head before they
die!!!
Lyrics: Season of the Pumpkin Revisited, House of Krazees [end]