Kottonmouth Kings Lyrics

Hey money got a big-ass head, Folded like a, like a stop sign, Fuck dawg, hey, We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains, You know what I'm sayin? Fuck that! What? You wanna make a song about death? Squeezin on a neck until it's all outta breath? You wanna hear me rap about being the hardest? Well fuck that!! From now on I'm an artist, I carve pumpkins, chop chewy, Slice, swing twice, stab screwy, ooey, Chewy, dewy, gooey, slop, It all starts with a quick chop, drop, Pumpkin rolls on the floor, Almost out the front door (oh we can't have that!), Cut along the hair line (bowl cut!), Hold the pumpkin between your legs and lift up, Boing! Brains! Snippity snip all the veins, Snip, cut, What? What the matter? You don't wanna do it? Well fuck it then screw it, You'll never be a Pumpkin Carver Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby, So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies, Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings, Halloween, Halloween, Hallo