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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

Lyrics © DistroKid

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  • IbukiMioda12
    OH MY GOSHHHH!!!!! BEST SONG EVERRRRR!!!!! EEEEEEE
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