HALLOWEEN ON MILITARY STREET Lyrics

Fuck damnit, another Holloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, their blowin up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades, and candy bars Went to trick or treat the first house on my block 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 feat I ran to the next house happy and gitty 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 until it fucken.....sick The next house I was at back in the woods I was a little frightened but I want the goods I knocked on the door, I heard a knock back And then I heard "Come in" and yo I'm like, Fuck That! This house belongs to Ms. Cherryspoon She said "Drop your drawers your treat is commin soon" I quickly grew a stiffy but kept my eye's shut A hand came out the mail shoot and flicked me in the nuts I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst And chillen in the drive was a long black hurse I rung the door-bell and said "Is anybody home?" Of course little boy have a sugar coated candy stone I walked in the field and to the next crib It's friendly Mrs. Witherbee in her cooking bib I said "How bout some candy?" She said "How bout instead, a nice hot fresh home made loaf of yiest infection bread" My bag became heavy so I rest on the curb And riding on his bike, here comes little Larry Shurd I snuk up behind him, and kicked 'em off his seat I punched 'em in the neck and power bombed 'em in the street Now my sack of candy has doubled in size Up to the next house for my scary prize I'm like Trick or Treat, Trick, Treat, Ticky, Dink He opened up the door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit Rock through his window and ran across the street To the big mantion I'm in for a treat I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler A big gilpy, tall ass lurch muther fucker I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?" He reached into his pocket but I think he hurt his back It's taken him an hour, my bag is open ready But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fucken 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 porch 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 mothers sitting on the porch shinning up her glock I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady And we yelled HAPPY HOLLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE TO THE WHOLE CITY Fuck damnit, another Holloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, their blowin up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades, and candy bars