[Verse 1: Horrorcore male MC, low and slow over the half-time kick] They cut me off the vine with a knife on a Sunday Threw me in the truck, said, "We'll do him on Monday" Monday night they laid down the paper on the floor Put a blade in my scalp and they cut me a door Then a hand came inside me and scooped me out cold Strings and seeds in a bowl, every bit of my soul Cut two holes for the eyes and a triangle nose Then the boy with the knife gave me teeth in two rows And they laughed while they did it, said, "Look at him grin" Then they lit me a fire where my brains should've been [Hook: Horrorcore male MC] You can carve me up and set a fire in my head Scoop my guts out with a spoon and swear I'm dead Get smashed, kick my face into the road Every seed you scatter is a grin you sowed [Verse 2: Horrorcore male MC, heavier, the sub creeping up] Halloween, and I'm the king of the steps Every kid on the block holds his bag to his chest Little vampire stops with a witch at his side Takes one look at my mouth and he runs off and cries I don't blink, I don't breathe, I just flicker and stare Got a draft through my skull and a smell like burnt hair Mister Pruitt next door got a blow-up ghost Spent ninety on a fog machine, I'm scarin' 'em most I'm a twelve-dollar gourd with a wick for a brain And I'm makin' grown men cross the street in the rain Big kid in a hockey mask leanin' on the curb Looks at me, looks at his boys, and he don't say a word [Hook: Horrorcore male MC] You can carve me up and set a fire in my head Scoop my guts out with a spoon and swear I'm dead Get smashed, kick my face into the road Every seed you scatter is a grin you sowed [Double Time: Horrorcore male MC, the horrorcore flow doubles as the boots come down] Two in the mornin' and the party's done and the boys are stumblin' sideways Hockey mask lifts me up like a trophy and he hollers at the highway Drops me on the blacktop, jaw goes left and my eye goes rollin' to the other Then his buddy takes a run and he punts what is left of me into the gutter Seeds in the ditch and the seeds in the drain and the seeds in the treads of a tire Seeds on his boots when he staggers back home and he tracks me inside by the fire Vines on the guardrail, vines on the fence, I'm crawlin' all over the shoulder Fat orange heads in a row by the road and they're gettin' a little bit bolder Next October, there's forty of me, and the farm stand's sellin' me cheaper So go 'head, boys, buy one, carve one, smash one, I'm a hell of a keeper [Hook: Horrorcore male MC, last time, slower and colder] You can carve me up and set a fire in my head Scoop my guts out with a spoon and swear I'm dead Get smashed, kick my face into the road Every seed you scatter is a grin you sowed [End]
