Vanilla Ice - Born On Halloween lyrics

[Intro: Insane Clown Posse] Born on Halloween (x16) [Verse 1: Vanilla Ice] It's the day that jumps right out at ya Ten three one the calendar In Texas are Hellraisers born Like the Chainsaw Ma**acre Hills Have Eyes and Texas kids Stories about what next he did Doctor slapped him on his a** His head spun round like Exorcist Bad enough for quarantine Mess with him you gonna scream He said he had a Shining He sold Red Rum and ever green Omen since he was a teen Freddy Krueger on the scene Slicin' up MC's Spittin' out a lethal guillotine Some call him Psycho The Norman Bates of Hip Hop The ladies call him Alfred Cause they all over his Hitchco*k The haters are like oshi-- They follow him with damns They speak but then he shut'em up Like Silence Of the Lambs This ain't the Blair Witch Project It's live and in the flesh A V.I.C.E. flow a.k.a Faces Of d**h [Hook: Insane Clown Posse] With my mask I trick and treat Spooks and freaks all over your street It's a night to make you scream Don't be scared it's Halloween [Verse 2: Vanilla Ice] My flow is so psychotic It's k**in' when I'm on the scene Just came here to party I was born on Halloween I do the unexpected Michael Myers in your area Plug up a mic and wreck it To some ain't nothin' scarier 'Causing much hysteria Among other MC's, the swagger steady testin' em And I'm causin' them to freeze Cuttin' 'em like Jason I stay on the attack Like Ozzy did when he bit that head off of a bat They start to see illusions Buckle under stress Scream from confusion Heart beatin' in their chest They say V.Ice is k**in' us The cops make no arrest They say nobody is feelin' us V.Ice's got em possessed His music is so dangerous His flow is homicidal He might be an American no artificial idol He k**s 'em in the club You know it's murder for survival Yet the people give him love Like a Halloween revival [Hook: Insane Clown Posse] [Bridge: Shaggy 2 Dope from Insane Clown Posse] Haha! Please allow me to introduce The Duke of the Wicked The one and only... Violent J! [Verse 3: Violent J from Insane Clown Posse] I was born disfigured Disgruntled and discombobulated In the back of a brothel Just before it got raided I didn't open up my eyes until the eve of Halloween Some tough they've never seen mad I howled and screamed I bit somebody's finger off They threw me in a dumpster Underneath the colored packs of trash A little monster, raised in the alleys Eating possums and rats Yet every Halloween I seen I could completely relax I can walk the streets freely Wielding a machete Leave a body on the lawn Cut open bleedin' out spaghetti Nobody know about me And then I lurk up in the gutters It's wicked, everyday for me It's a costume for these others We don't want your nutty bu*ters and s**as V.Ice and violent J born on Halloween They can't touch us [Hook: Insane Clown Posse] [Outro: Insane Clown Posse] Born on Halloween (x12)