[Intro: The Boys]
We're gonna watch The Boys' new music video
Err, i thought we're gonna watch a movie not a music video
Then we're gonna take some photos
Yeah, sure ok works for me
Ok
Who is this guy?
It's fine, your gonna get paid
I'm still waiting for my drink
You don't have to go anywhere

[Verse 1: JoshDub]
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're picking up the slack
Get laid, get payed, get a raid

Ayy, The Boys are coming in
Got lit last night, on the Cherry Gin
Smoking gas, eating ass, not committing sin
We'rе going large like Amy Schumer's sеcond 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 get my bread, no crust, cause you know I'm a thug
[Verse 2: Mully]
It's Halloween, my girl cook and clean
Doing flips in the sheets, call that trick and treat
In the back of a Bentley and we got on rings
Riding in the streets, shouting scary things
The Boys in town and we hunting clowns
Couple kings with a couple crowns
Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds
It's Mully in the back and your bitch is getting plowed
[Verse 3: YourNarrator]
Smoky and cold on this dreadful night
But we got some beauties in our sight
We love the shadows, and fear 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 they be on me, with glee
When I walk up in the 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 giving out our secrets so like (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 that always (crush, crush)
[Chorus: The Boys]
Got these demons in my head overwhelming me with fear and dread (dread, dread, dread)
Screaming in my bed, keep me grinding till' I'm dead (dead, dead, dead)
Spirits in my mind come and visit me from time to time (time to time, time, time)
People say I'm sick but I swear to God I'm fine (I'm fine, I'm fine)

[Bridge: EddieVR]
(?)
I don't know where i'm at
This is all my fault
Oh fuck, oh fuck
I'm wondering
I-I'm cold
And i'm being hunted
I swear to fucking god
What the Fuck
What the fuck

[Verse 4: EddieVR}
Trick or Treat, excuse me, what the fuck is this
Candy corn, bit of honey, one Hershey Kiss
Que no sabes que me dicen "El Mexorcist"
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 exorcise your Tía with a bag of hot cheetos
I shook Freddy Krueger's handRunning and hiding and working and fighting
Crawl harder than the grudge
I put poison in your goat, now that Chupacabra’s dead
I live in the States, born in Monterrey
Got a gringa by my side, she can cook some frijoles
I crossed 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 [?] then I would be lying
Soy un imigrante con un gran corazón
Empecé recogiendo la basura de tu escalón
Y ahora ocupo la pantalla de tu habitación
Hasta parece que yo tomo gasolina
Te incendio con mi rap, es los pura adrenalina
Mi tierra, la extraño, nunca [?] olvidar mi casa
Un saludo para todos mis latinos y mis raza!

Now gimme the Reese's Cup, bitch

[Verse 5: Juicy]
Yada yada yada yada
Something bout a square
New meme juice box boutta go blair
Like the witch, that's the sitch
Halloween night boutta wake up in a ditch
And I’m stacking up dinero's
Got this young man feelin like George Romero
Pick the bone clean always saw it in the tarots
Dig a little deeper boy you almost got the marrow

I don’t really know, I don’t really know (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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

Catch your grandma at the Walmart
And she’s 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 motherfucking face
Thats the shit you learn in Florida when you smoke that k2
Hold that shit up in my chest boy I’m bout to turn blue
I might mosey down to target man and buy me that canoe