sick
The Boys
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Aye, 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 paid, gatorade Trigger treats sweet but can't beat the blade It's Halloween bitch it's time to get made You better lock up or you're gonna get slayed Aye the boys are comin in Got lit last night on the cherry gin Smokin gas, eating ass, now committing sin We going 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 get my bread no crust cause you know I'm a thug 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 (dank memes) Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds It's Mully in the back and your bitch is getting ploughed It's spooky 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 a room its a party Got no reflection but there's one thing you can see All competition running scared as they should be Never giving out our secrets I'm like (hush hush) Wiping away all the haters like a (brush brush) We be stealing all your candy in a (rush rush) Dropping songs and videos that always (crush crush) 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 to visit me from time to time (Time 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 f*ck is this? Candy corn, Bit O 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 Tia with a bag of hot Cheetos I shook Freddy Kruger's hand Grow harder than the grudge Make Pennywise float too And give Huggy Wuggy a hug I got good at hide and seek You can always ask the fed I put poison in your goat Now that chupacabras dead I live in the States, born in Monterey 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 walking and fighting You don't got the papers to even be trying To say it was easy then I would be lying Soy un inmigrante con gran corazón empeze recojiendo la bazura de tu escalon Y ahora ocupo la pantallo de tu abitación Asta parece yo tomo gasolina. Te incendió con mi rap eso es pura adrenalina Mi tierra la extraño nunca olvidare mi casa Un saludo para todos mis latinos y mi raza Now give me the Reeses cup bitch Yada yada yada yada, something bout a square New meme Juice Box bout to go Blair Like the Witch, that's the sitch Halloween night bout to wake up in a ditch. And I'm stacking up dinero Got this young man feeling like George Romero Pick the bone clean always saw it in the tarots Dig a little deeper boy you almost skipped the marrow I don't really know I don't really know Yada yada Yada yada My goldfish took a little holiday Left me feeling sour like that Minute Maid One day he said he want to go to outer space So I made a little rocket outta Gatorade bottles Catch your grandma at the Walmart And she gonna catch the fade I don't really give a f*ck Im just tryna get paid I'll smoke your grandad too If he even looks my way I'll kick your little sister In her motherfucking face That's that shit you learn in Florida When you smoking K2 Hold that shit up in my chest Boy I'm bout to turn blue Im might mosey down to Target Man and buy me that canoe
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Written by: Eduardo Saucedo, Gaege Gibson, Grant Etzler, Josh Wanders, Sid Swindail, William Jonas
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