Insane Clown Posse - Halloween on Military Street lyrics

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

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

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 sad "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 Jump Steady
And we yelled "HAPPY HALLOWEEN
And clown love!" to the whole city