| It was an ordinary Halloween night
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| When we came upon a street and didn’t see a single porch light
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| It must be where the goodie-goodies live
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| Thinkin' that they too good to give candy to little kids
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| I’m not little or a child by any means
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| But I brought my pillowcase and I’m down for the trick or treats
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| No treats means tricks for y’all
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| I got an axe in the bag that’ll shatter your skull
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| Hopin' I’mma be more precise with mine
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| Still thinkin' «Underneath the jaw, take em at the neck line»
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| One good swing, with a thug to follow
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| Leave em Ebeneezer Crane, the Legend of Sleepy Hollow
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| That’s a lot of blood, you gonna want to get a towel
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| Then wrap it around your neck like a makeshift cowl
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| Blood clots up in three minutes flat
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| You done wasted two of them lying dead on your back
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| Knock knock
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| Open up the door
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| 'Fore we kick that bitch in, leave you dead on the floor
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| I’mma flying skull
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| I’mma take that bitch home
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| And put a candle up his nose and watch that shit glow
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| Come on, knock knock
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| The window works too
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| We gon' slip right through and be standing behind you
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| I’mma cut her dome off
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| And watch her head roll off
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| And sit with the body till it turn blue like your love
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| First house I’m hittin' is next door
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| Call the cops cause of the weed I grow
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| Up the porch and through the front window
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| I’mma hide in the closet where nobody know
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| Pop out so fast that I’m toast
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| But my hand connects to his throat and I’m ghost
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| Next house is right behind me
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| Had the nerve to sell me a fake bag of tree
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| Up the porch and down his chimney
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| Like Santa, except I got a big machete
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| It’s like Christmas when I kill on Halloween
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| But my bag’s full of heads of people who cross me
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| Father let us in over a bunch of candy
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| I call use em all for pumpkins like J and Shaggy
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| I’m bad news like All Hallow’s Eve
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| And when the two mix, it’s over with for my enemy |