You Dont Really Know Much About Halloween (x3) Happy Halloween... (Hektik) Hallow's

eve Just another phrase for Devil's nite Mass murdering bitches by the street light

Everybody thinks that candy's to be recieved Little do they know it's the nite of

the witch's eve Open his book, turning the pages of his bloody script Hang me,

strangle me, but don't bullshit The time has come for the House to now prepare To

give this whole motherfucker a bloody scare Swinging the bloody battle axe, wake

the dead Let em all know the eve is coming, all is said I've misread the tombstones

my transfer Searching for life's questions fuck the answers No escape, no chance to

leave Letting hell break loose on Hallow's eve Happy Halloween You Dont Really Know

Much About Halloween Happy Halloween... (R.O.C.) Somebody tell em, I've lost my

fuckin mind There's nowhere to go A different style, a different place, a different

niggero Ill take the double barrel pumpkin gun Step back and pump one right into

your muthafuckin clear BOOM! On Hallow's eve, in the trees, let me tear loose

Maximum overdrive, the day before the noose It's Halloween, hear the screams in the

dreams Of my fuckin head, check disease up in my arm's spread Walk the streets I'm

the freak you fools read about The 29th and the 30th, I'm coming out You never know

how much I can let it go Just when, cut off my head, another day, bro On Hallow's

eve, cutting cheese, cutting throats I can't cope, and mothefucker's feel the night

smoke As it creeps, I can't sleep, I slept, no I got rest Because I breath on the

breeze of Hallow's eve You dont really know what... Happy halloween You don't really

know much about Halloween Happy Halloween... (Mr. Bones) What the fuck? On Hallow's

eve, I hear the dead souls calling my name Telling me to play the game Hide and seek

with my mind If I hang, running thru the fields, im trying to find In the pumpkin

searching for my brain Fuck my mind, so I guess now Im insane But am I insane? No

Never been sane, so, I got to kill what I can't win I see the Great Pumpkin

floating thru the fuckin streets On the outskirts, hear the screams and cries Devils

are laughing, now it's time to die Hold my hand and hope that it's all a joke I

found my mind in the mist of the gastly smoke (Caughs)