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Ayy, it's DubDaddy on the track Not a rapper, but I thought I'd have a crack Another song, another bar, another stack We keep coming back, now we picking up a slack Get laid, get paid, get a raid Trigger-Treat sweet, but can't beat the blade It's Halloween bitch, it's time to get made Better lock up, or you're gonna get slayed Ayy, The Boys are coming in Got lit last night, I'm the Cherry Gin Smoking gas, eating ass, not commiting sin We're goin' large like Amy Schumer's second chin Hey everybody, my name is JoshDub When I don't do crime, I talk shit at the club I like Corona, no lime And having a tug I got my bread no crust, 'cause you know I'm a thug It's Halloween My girl cooking, clean Doing flips in the sheets, call that Trick-n-Treat In the back of a Bentley, and we got on rings Riding in the streets, shouting scary things (oo! Ahh!) The Boys in town and we hunting clowns Couple kings with a couple crowns (bank mate) Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds It's Mully in the back, and your bitch is getting plowed It's spooky and cold on this dreadful night But we got some beauties in our sight We love the shadows And fear of the light But we'll steal your girl with one quick bite On Halloween you can hear many sounds Some screaming, some crying in the background But if I see some kind of creepy clown Oh, you better believe it's going down! All the witches the be on me, with glee When I walk up in a room it's a party Got no reflection but there's one thing you can see Our competition running, scared as they should be Never give our little secrets away (hush-hush-hush) Wiping away all the haters like a (brush-brush-brush) We be stealing all your candy in a (rush-rush-rush) Dropping songs and videos and always (crush-crush-crush) Got these demons in my head, overwhelming me with fear, and dread (dread, dread, dread) Screaming in my bed keep me grinding 'til I'm dead (dead, dead, dead) Spirits in my head come and visit me from time to time (time-to-time, time) People say I'm sick but I swear to God I'm fine (I'm fine, I'm fine!) Trick-or-Treat! Excuse me, what the fuck is this? Candy corn, Bit-O-Honey, one Hershey Kiss? ¿Que no sabes que me dicen "El Mexorsist"? If you don't know who I am, then I'll tell you what it is Got a blanket to protect me, and a wooden cross I sprinkle Holy Water to show demons who's boss I make videos to scare all the kiddos And I'll exercise your tía with a bag of Hot Cheetos I shook Freddy Krueger's hand GRAW harder than The Grudge Make Pennywise fuck two and give Huggy-Wuggy a hug I got good at hide-and-seek, you can always ask a fed I put poison in your GOAT now the Chupacabra's dead! I live in the States, born in Monterrey Got a gringa by my side, she can cook some frijoles I cross the border and la migra said "Hey, come on down, but you just can't stay!" Running and hiding, and working and fighting You don't got the papers to even be trying To say it was easy, then I would be lying Soy un imigrante con gran corazón En vez de rocogiendo la basura de tu escaloña Ahora ocupo la pantalla de tu habitación Hasta parece que yo tomo gasolina Te enciendo con mis rapes, es pura adrenalina Mi tierra, la extraño, nunca olvidare mi casa ¡Un saludo para todos mis Latinos y mi raza! Now give me the Reese's Cup bitch! Ya-da, ya-da, ya-da, ya-da Something about a square You, me, and Juice Box 'bout to go blare Like the witch, that's a sitch Halloween night, 'bout to wake up in a ditch And I'm stacking up dinero Got this young man feeling like George Romero Picked up on clean know we saw it in the taro's Dig a little deeper, boy, you almost at the mid-row I don't really know I don't really know Ya-da, ya-da Ya-da, ya-da My goldfish took a little holiday Left me feeling sour like that Minute Maid One day he said he wanna go to Outer Space So I made a little rocket out of Gatorade bottles Got your grandma at the war And she gonna catch the fade I don't really give a fuck I'm just tryna get paid I will smoke your grandad too If he even looks my way I will kick your little sister in her motherfuckin' face That's that shit you learn in Florida when you smoking K-2 Hold that shit up in my chest, boy, I'm 'bout to turn blue I might mosy down the target man, and buy me that canoe I can't, haha, uh