[Opening: Red, Yellow, Both, Michael Myers]
Look I know tradition is to let them say trick or treat
But I hear the door creaking and the floor squeaking and it gives me creeps!
Listen, if that's a kid, could you imagine how sad he'd feel?
Besides, when's the last time something bad happened in Haddonfield?
Trick or Treat
AAAAAAAAAH!

[Verse 1: Michael Myers]
You fill up bags and turn children into crack addicts
I'm more like fill up your casket or take a stab at it
You bring diabetes, I bring teens to a brutal doom
I take their necks away, and I guess you do that too
I like the simplest method, pierce their flesh until thеy’re headless
With your assortеd collection, I’d like to make a suggestion
My favorite flavor's a razor and you can guess where I’m shoving it
Blend you and your friends up. Mmm, I’m lovin’ it
With just a hand I could manage to break your shell for the hell of it
When I vanish unlike your branding I still remain relevant
The shape that haunts streets and creeps in the darkness
I’m not heartless, I’m worse. Evil incarnate

[Verse 2: Red, Yellow]
Please don’t eat us, we taste awful
We aren’t really candy; Pause. Nevermind
I thought it was someone scary like Santa Claus
What are you? 86? And you still prey on chicks who babysit?
Jesus man, get a hobby. Take a hint!
We’re chocolate!
You’re vanilla! With a whole career that’s been filler
Movies so manufactured, they call you a "serial" killer!
Yeah we've seen you since the previews, you're used to being crushed!
And spoilers kids, Halloween Ends with a bust!
[Intermission: Red, Michael Myers]
Haha Sucker!
Boo
OH SHIT HE'S BACK!

[Verse 3: Michael Myers]
Evil cannot die, not even on a track
So there's no way you can leave Michael
Rip you apart like your caramel with no chance of a revival

[Verse 4: Red, Yellow, Both]
You wanna piece of me? ‘Cause you just peeled off the wrapping
And your pants will turn yellow when you see the peanuts I’m packing
Cold like the ice cream we’re packed in
Fast like the NASCAR our ad’s in. While you stay anonymous. That’s what the point of the-

[Verse 5: Laurie Strode]
FUCK YOU!
Don’t fuck with Laurie Strode. I’m sick with the treating and tricks
Crawl back in the sewer or not. Either way you’re eating some shit
Steak knifes through each of your wrists, I won’t sleep ‘till you cease to exist
You’ve crossed me so I’ll crucify this creature of sin
Not your perfect victim anymore went through mourning
Trained through every morning. I don’t give trigger warnings
Two forces that are warring but only one can last
This time when I light the fires, no one will save your ass