[Intro]
Micheal Jackson rest in peace
I got 50K on Conrad Murray
I ain't 'fraid of no ghost
Watch the blood splatter
Fuck a PR
Like that n***a matters
It's finna be 2012
I Wish you n***as a living hell
Couldn't wait for you to kill me
So I did that shit myself

[Hook x2]
Trick or treat
My dogs gotta eat
I came with a gang and tonight we on some street shit
Fuck your AK-47 I got an AK-74
And them bullets they don't just hit you first they knock on the door OOHHH!!


[Verse 1]
Pop your fucking pumpkin pussy
TP all the trees
We don't want no candy ho we came for all the cheese
Knock, Knock, who's there?
Great dick, Better hair
Loved by bitches everywhere
I walk around like I don't care
Illuminati want me dead
I walk around like I don't care
I know that it isn't fair I walk around like I don't care
All you ghosts dead meat
Money Micheal Meyers
Friday The 13th
Black veil, black tint
Black Kid Crew
Lord, forgive me for what I'm about to do
Forgive me for what I should've did
Wish these N***as, they was dead
Fucked the Devil's first date
Bitch was hot & Blonde
Smell like a weed field
That's just my car

[Hook x2]
Trick or treat
My dogs gotta eat
I came with a gang and tonight we on some street shit
Fuck your AK-47 I got an AK-74
And them bullets they don't just hit you first they knock on the door OOHHH!!

[Verse 2]
I'm like acid in your Hennessy
Limos full of ambion (Ambien)
Listening to Manson
Who the fuck you hating on?
Queens where my prides at
Motherfuck your destiny
I'm finna give you the Bitch N***a Recipe
1 cup Jermaine Dupri
Call that shit Pussy Stock
1 drop of pure pussy or a Fabolous drop
Eye of Newt Gingrich
A dash of O'Reilly
Then pour it in a loud blunt
I recommend it highly
Scalp a fucking n***a for acting like a lady
He be crying like a baby when he see my Mercedes Oooh baby
[I have no idea what the end of this verse says]

[Hook x2]
Trick or treat
My dogs gotta eat
I came with a gang and tonight we on some street shit
Fuck your AK-47 I got an AK-74
And them bullets they don't just hit you first they knock on the door OOHHH!!

[Verse 3]
Halloween, ho
Trill & clean, ho
Kattpack Pimp Gang on lock G's, ho
30 Million dollars, not a single triple beam, ho
It's a fucking dream just to be on my team, ho
I've been on Marijuana since the early fucking 90's
Whether the pussy beat up or it's soft that's where you'll find me
In my Chuck Taylor's I live life like it's a Game
And if I die by the fucking sword, I probably lived by the same
All you n***as is fucking Candy Corn
Subtle gangsta Skittles
And if I only kick you n***as it's because I'm too little
Your girl is on my payday because your bank little
First I beat him with a fiddle thn the song is over

[Hook x2]
Trick or treat
My dogs gotta eat
I came with a gang and tonight we on some street shit
Fuck your AK-47 I got an AK-74
And them bullets they don't just hit you first they knock on the door OOHHH!!