Happy Halloween!
Semi-automatic, or rifle that’s the question.
Which gun would he want if I were gonna bash his head in?
I would never shoot him, it would be too easy.
I would never shoot him, my hands would get too greasy.
My aim would be real bad, my heart would start to scream
That I’d completely lost my mind, that my brain was now whipped cream.
So I’d wham him with the gun until he was good and dead
And I’d gaze upon my masterpiece of his erupted pumpkin head.
Cause really what the difference? Really, what’s the need,
For his head to stay around? I want a pumpkin seed.
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