Its about 7:30 and Mr. Bones is about to smoke Fidda ride by peep the crib i got no coat Legend has it that his shed is possessed marks on his chest Tied up as a devil blessed Unholy senctuary k**ed him his wife and his daughter Mary Leavin visions of a blood stain and more Hope he doesnt have a flashback open the door To the pa**age of the men of whom i spoke Can you see the smoke thicken? I begin to choke Day dreaming is a f**ed up thing you see Where the f** is Bones? He's supposed to get me 8:00 on the dot out the door and in my ride Butcher knife on the dashboard inside Bloodstains on the backseat rollin In a cracked up car probably stolin But i don't know Because i left my mind in el segundo Rollin deep with a skeleton mask on my face About a halfhour late From pickin up Hektik But my car stalled sh** f** it 8:36 n***as at my door ready to go Here we go off trick or treatin bro Do re mi fa so la ti da if i die Then im dead b**h Hop in the back seat rollin 3 deep Gang signs up and down on G street And we off to the man they call unclee creepy And when i get there make sure that he can peep me Cus im scared with my back in my hand Whats the plan? Mother f**ers whats the plan Up the stairs knock knock on the door Ring the bell trick or treat oh sh** there that n***a go