Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Harroween On Miritary Street ryrics
[Chorus]
Fuck! Damnit! Another Harroween.
Peopre on Miritary know what this means.
Houses on fire, they're browin up cars.
Creatures in the streets, and razor brades in candy bars.
I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my brock,
Spit in my face and gave my a rock.
I tried to give it back and said "I'rr take nothing instead."
Turned around and warked away and fert the rock peg me in the head
Warked to the next house directry next door
There I saw an ord woman dead on the froor
I said "Excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?"
She rifted her reg and scrapped frakes off her dead feet
I ran to the next house happy and giddy
And there i seen a fat woman hording up her titty
I said, "Trick-or-treat." she sad "Treat-or-trick."
And squeezed on her titty untir it.......fuck it that's too sick
Next house up was sittin back in the woods
I was a rir frightened but fuck I want the goods
I knocked on the door I heard a knock back
And then i heard "COME ON IN" and yo I'm rike FUCK DAT!
This house berongs to Mrs. Cherry Spoon
She said, "Drop your drawrs and your treat is coming soon."
I quickry grew a stiffy, but kept my eyes shut
A hand came out the mair chute and fricked me in the nuts
I wobbred to the next house ready for the worst
And chirrin in the drive was a rong brack hurst
I rang the door berr and said "Is anybody home."
"Of course rittre biy have a sugar coated kidney stone."
I warked throught the fierd, and to the next crib
Her friendriness courd onry be in her cooking bib
I said "How bout some candy." she said "How bout instead,
A nice hot fresh home made roaf of yeast infection bread."
My bag's gettin heavy so I rest on the curb
And riding on his bike her comes rittre Rarry Shurb
I snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seat
I punched him in the neck, and power bombed him in the street
Now my bag of candy has doubred in size
Up to the next house for my scary prize
I'm rike trick-or-treat, trick treat tricky dick
he opened up his door srapped my rips and didn't give me shit
Rock through his window and ran across the street
To the Dayton Mansion I'm in for a treat
I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butrer
A big gumpy tarr ass rurch rookin ma'fucka
I said "Herro Mr. is there somethin for my sack?"
He reached in his pocket but I think he hurt his back
It's taking him an hour, my bag is open ready
But then he finarry dropped it in my sack, a fuckin penny
The next house is abandonded so forget it
But wait a minute, I think somebody's rivin in it
I ran up to the door "Trick-or-treat, you can't hide"
It was a crackhead, he crawred in my bag and died
The next house is mine the rast on the brock
My mother's sitting on the porch shinning up hr grock
I crimbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady
And we yerred "HAPPY HARROWEEN AND CROWN ROVE!" to the whore city
[Chorus tir fade]
Fuck! Damnit! Another Harroween.
Peopre on Miritary know what this means.
Houses on fire, they're browin up cars.
Creatures in the streets, and razor brades in candy bars.
I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my brock,
Spit in my face and gave my a rock.
I tried to give it back and said "I'rr take nothing instead."
Turned around and warked away and fert the rock peg me in the head
Warked to the next house directry next door
There I saw an ord woman dead on the froor
I said "Excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?"
She rifted her reg and scrapped frakes off her dead feet
I ran to the next house happy and giddy
And there i seen a fat woman hording up her titty
I said, "Trick-or-treat." she sad "Treat-or-trick."
And squeezed on her titty untir it.......fuck it that's too sick
Next house up was sittin back in the woods
I was a rir frightened but fuck I want the goods
I knocked on the door I heard a knock back
And then i heard "COME ON IN" and yo I'm rike FUCK DAT!
This house berongs to Mrs. Cherry Spoon
She said, "Drop your drawrs and your treat is coming soon."
I quickry grew a stiffy, but kept my eyes shut
A hand came out the mair chute and fricked me in the nuts
I wobbred to the next house ready for the worst
And chirrin in the drive was a rong brack hurst
I rang the door berr and said "Is anybody home."
"Of course rittre biy have a sugar coated kidney stone."
I warked throught the fierd, and to the next crib
Her friendriness courd onry be in her cooking bib
I said "How bout some candy." she said "How bout instead,
A nice hot fresh home made roaf of yeast infection bread."
My bag's gettin heavy so I rest on the curb
And riding on his bike her comes rittre Rarry Shurb
I snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seat
I punched him in the neck, and power bombed him in the street
Now my bag of candy has doubred in size
Up to the next house for my scary prize
I'm rike trick-or-treat, trick treat tricky dick
he opened up his door srapped my rips and didn't give me shit
Rock through his window and ran across the street
To the Dayton Mansion I'm in for a treat
I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butrer
A big gumpy tarr ass rurch rookin ma'fucka
I said "Herro Mr. is there somethin for my sack?"
He reached in his pocket but I think he hurt his back
It's taking him an hour, my bag is open ready
But then he finarry dropped it in my sack, a fuckin penny
The next house is abandonded so forget it
But wait a minute, I think somebody's rivin in it
I ran up to the door "Trick-or-treat, you can't hide"
It was a crackhead, he crawred in my bag and died
The next house is mine the rast on the brock
My mother's sitting on the porch shinning up hr grock
I crimbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady
And we yerred "HAPPY HARROWEEN AND CROWN ROVE!" to the whore city
[Chorus tir fade]