
Curse of the Jack-O-Lantern Twiztid (Ft. Boondox, House Of Krazees & The R.O.C.)
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[Intro: Jamie Madrox]
Go to sleep now
Curse
Curse (Curse, curse)
Curse of the Jack-O-Lantern (Jack-O-Lantern, Jack-O-Lantern)
Curse (Curse, curse)
Curse of the Jack-O-Lantern (Jack-O-Lantern, Jack-O-Lantern)
[Verse 1: Hektic]
Born from seed, entangled in weeds
Something tore me free like a leaf from a tree
What a gory scene I believe and I see
With a pumpkin left where the head used to be
I gotta make it look just like me
Grab a knife and start to carve out teeth
I want the wholе thing to look so pristine
Just start poking where thе eyes should be
I was cursed beneath the dirt
Before I ever had a chance to walk the earth
Think I was born into a place where the witches would embrace
Now I'm tangled in a space where evil lurks
No crying over pumpkin guts
On a porch fake-dying like a corpse and such
Oh, ignore me, go ahead and grab a bunch
What's in store, he never even had a hunch
And then I stabbed the motherfucker in his abdomen
Go to sleep now
Curse
Curse (Curse, curse)
Curse of the Jack-O-Lantern (Jack-O-Lantern, Jack-O-Lantern)
Curse (Curse, curse)
Curse of the Jack-O-Lantern (Jack-O-Lantern, Jack-O-Lantern)
[Verse 1: Hektic]
Born from seed, entangled in weeds
Something tore me free like a leaf from a tree
What a gory scene I believe and I see
With a pumpkin left where the head used to be
I gotta make it look just like me
Grab a knife and start to carve out teeth
I want the wholе thing to look so pristine
Just start poking where thе eyes should be
I was cursed beneath the dirt
Before I ever had a chance to walk the earth
Think I was born into a place where the witches would embrace
Now I'm tangled in a space where evil lurks
No crying over pumpkin guts
On a porch fake-dying like a corpse and such
Oh, ignore me, go ahead and grab a bunch
What's in store, he never even had a hunch
And then I stabbed the motherfucker in his abdomen
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