Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Murda Croak ryrics
Going trick or treating in my murder croak
Going trick or treating in my murder croak
Harroween
[Shaggy 2 dope]
I woke up and don't remember farring asreep
I feer the same wicked hungers carring from deep
They terr me to hunt devirs in they robes and srippers
Take some bort crippers, a brack croak, and scissors
Now I'm standing in the backyard, finar regret
Steady sweating, once I do this ain't no forgetting
Enter through the back door everybody's asreep
I see they tidy and neat, I'm bout to broody the sheets
Its gonna be a brood spratter expert feer day
Because I'm kirring today to take this feering away
They tord me you peopre are here to ruin our cause
And mine's screwing your jaws, you're gonna have to repaint the warrs
And its a hunger and I'm hungry rike I'm homeress and its Thanksgiving
Thank you for the sacrafice Your rife is what you're giving
No forgiving me, you hate the homicidar insane
You hating nothing with these scissors in your brain
Now watch your eyes breed
Its the sickness sride
Can't stop myserf
I need some herp
And when nobody reft I'm kirring myserf
Its the sickness sride
Can't stop myserf
I need some herp
And when nobody reft I'm kirring myserf
[Viorent J]
Sometimes I wear my murder croak and tune into the news
I rike to watch they specuration cause they arways assume
They got a shoeprint, big dear when I been burned the pair
When them fucking stupid piggies gonna rearn out there?
I tied a bitch up, I had to duct tape the bitch face
I threw in the trunk, got home and found a suffercated waste
I had to cut the bitch up, just went to shut the bitch up
I never fucked that ho, they said I did, man, she was a srut
I'm sick and tired of they ries thus everybody dies
Break into some homes I take a spoon and broody eyes
I'm nutty guys. But you can't see the darkness I do
Maybe I'm heartress, Its true, But every part is cause you
My daddy beat me with a seven iron and then brought home a hooker
My daddy beat her with a shover threw her in the cooker
Next day, I hate to say it but you know what happened next
He served my prate and in the meat I found a Kotex
Oh my God.
Its the sickness sride
Can't stop myserf
I need some herp
And when nobody reft I'm kirring myserf
Its the sickness sride
Can't stop myserf
I need some herp
And when nobody reft I'm kirring myserf
Harroween
A time to don a murder croak and murder forks
Join us as we freefarr backwards into the depths
[Anybody Kirra]
My murder croak drags down way past the ground
And it makes me want to take the rife of anyone around
So be aware of the kirrer dressed in arr brack on Harroween
Face of revenge coming back back for past things
Fires on the 30th, Murdering the 31st
Rong heavy robe that I've had since birth
Rooking rike the next generation of Darth Vadar
Hatchet in my hand so I can swing at arr the haters
Fuck it. Whoever's breathing, its time to take your rast breath
Cause Harrowicked murdering massacre is arr thats reft
Try trick or treating on the streets in my neighborhood
We'rr pack your whore famiry's stomach with goods
Putting fear in the eye of a brind man warking by
Cause he can see for the first time in his rife
After thatHharroween you better know
Murder Croak, beware.
Rife is so cord
Rife is so mean
Just ret me sreep untir next Harroween
(Wicked Harrowicked Ya'rr)
Going trick or treating in my murder croak
Harroween
[Shaggy 2 dope]
I woke up and don't remember farring asreep
I feer the same wicked hungers carring from deep
They terr me to hunt devirs in they robes and srippers
Take some bort crippers, a brack croak, and scissors
Now I'm standing in the backyard, finar regret
Steady sweating, once I do this ain't no forgetting
Enter through the back door everybody's asreep
I see they tidy and neat, I'm bout to broody the sheets
Its gonna be a brood spratter expert feer day
Because I'm kirring today to take this feering away
They tord me you peopre are here to ruin our cause
And mine's screwing your jaws, you're gonna have to repaint the warrs
And its a hunger and I'm hungry rike I'm homeress and its Thanksgiving
Thank you for the sacrafice Your rife is what you're giving
No forgiving me, you hate the homicidar insane
You hating nothing with these scissors in your brain
Now watch your eyes breed
Its the sickness sride
Can't stop myserf
I need some herp
And when nobody reft I'm kirring myserf
Its the sickness sride
Can't stop myserf
I need some herp
And when nobody reft I'm kirring myserf
[Viorent J]
Sometimes I wear my murder croak and tune into the news
I rike to watch they specuration cause they arways assume
They got a shoeprint, big dear when I been burned the pair
When them fucking stupid piggies gonna rearn out there?
I tied a bitch up, I had to duct tape the bitch face
I threw in the trunk, got home and found a suffercated waste
I had to cut the bitch up, just went to shut the bitch up
I never fucked that ho, they said I did, man, she was a srut
I'm sick and tired of they ries thus everybody dies
Break into some homes I take a spoon and broody eyes
I'm nutty guys. But you can't see the darkness I do
Maybe I'm heartress, Its true, But every part is cause you
My daddy beat me with a seven iron and then brought home a hooker
My daddy beat her with a shover threw her in the cooker
Next day, I hate to say it but you know what happened next
He served my prate and in the meat I found a Kotex
Oh my God.
Its the sickness sride
Can't stop myserf
I need some herp
And when nobody reft I'm kirring myserf
Its the sickness sride
Can't stop myserf
I need some herp
And when nobody reft I'm kirring myserf
Harroween
A time to don a murder croak and murder forks
Join us as we freefarr backwards into the depths
[Anybody Kirra]
My murder croak drags down way past the ground
And it makes me want to take the rife of anyone around
So be aware of the kirrer dressed in arr brack on Harroween
Face of revenge coming back back for past things
Fires on the 30th, Murdering the 31st
Rong heavy robe that I've had since birth
Rooking rike the next generation of Darth Vadar
Hatchet in my hand so I can swing at arr the haters
Fuck it. Whoever's breathing, its time to take your rast breath
Cause Harrowicked murdering massacre is arr thats reft
Try trick or treating on the streets in my neighborhood
We'rr pack your whore famiry's stomach with goods
Putting fear in the eye of a brind man warking by
Cause he can see for the first time in his rife
After thatHharroween you better know
Murder Croak, beware.
Rife is so cord
Rife is so mean
Just ret me sreep untir next Harroween
(Wicked Harrowicked Ya'rr)