Halloween on Military Street

Lyrics

[Intro: Brother Theodore] We measure things by what we are To the maggots in the cheese, the cheese is the universe To the worms in the corpse, the corpse is the cosmos How then can we be so cock-sure about our world? Just because of our telescopes, microscopes and the splitting of the atom? Certainly not Science is but an organized system of ignorance There are more things in Heaven and on Earth that are dreamt of in your philosophy What do we know about the beyond? Do we know whats behind the beyond? I'm afraid some of us hardly know whats beyond the behind [Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, they're blowin' up cars Creatures in the streets, and razor blades in candy bars [Verse: Violent J] I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my block Spit in my face and gave me a rock I tried to give it back and said "I'll take nothing instead" Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head Walked to the next house directly next door There I saw an old lady dead on the floor I said "Excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?" She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feet I ran to the next house happy and giddy And there I seen a fat woman holding up her titty I said, "Trick-or-treat" she said "Treat-or-trick" And squeezed on her titty until it... fuck it, it's too sick Next house up was sittin back in the woods I was a lil frightened but fuck I want the goods I knocked on the door I heard a knock back And then I heard "COME IN" and yo I'm like FUCK THAT This house belongs to Miss Cherry Spoon She said "Drop your drawers and your treat is coming soon" I quickly grew a stiffy, but kept my eyes shut A hand came out the mail chute and flicked me in the nuts I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst And chillin in the drive was a long black hearse I rang the door bell and said "Is anybody home?" "Of course little boy have a sugar-coated kidney stone" I walked through the field, and to the next crib It's friendly Mrs. Wetherbee in her cooking bib I said "How 'bout some candy" she said "How 'bout instead A nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread?" My bag's gettin heavy so I rest on the curb And riding on his bike here comes little Larry Sherb I snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seat I punched him in the neck, and powerbombed him in the street Now my bag of candy has doubled in size Up to the next house for my scary prize I'm like trick-or-treat, trick treat tricky dick He opened up his door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit Rock through his window and ran across the street To the big mansion I'm in for a treat I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler A big gumpy tall-ass Lurch lookin motherfucker I said "Hello 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 finally dropped it in my sack, a fucking penny The next house is abandoned so forget it But wait a minute, I think somebody's livin' in it I ran up to the door "Trick-or-treat, you can't hide" It was a crackhead, he crawled in my bag and died The next house is mine the last on the block My mother's sitting on the porch shining up her Glock I climbed on the roof with my brother Jumpsteady And we yelled "Happy Halloween and Clown Love!" To the whole city [Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, they're blowin' up cars Creatures in the streets, and razor blades in candy bars Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, they're blowin' up cars Creatures in the streets, and razor blades in candy bars Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, they're blowin' up cars Creatures in the streets, and razor blades in candy bars Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, they're blowin' up cars Creatures in the streets, and razor blades in candy bars