[Intro] Micheal Jackson rest in peace I got 50K on Conrad Murray I ain't 'fraid of no ghost Watch the blood splatter f** 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 k** me So I did that sh** myself [Hook x2] Trick or treat My dogs gotta eat I came with a gang and tonight we on some street sh** f** 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 f**ing pumpkin p**y 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 b**hes 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 f**ed the Devil's first date b**h 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 sh** f** 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 f** you hating on? Queens where my prides at Motherf** your destiny I'm finna give you the b**h n***a Recipe 1 cup Jermaine Dupri Call that sh** p**y Stock 1 drop of pure p**y 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 f**ing 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 sh** f** 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 f**ing dream just to be on my team, ho I've been on Marijuana since the early f**ing 90's Whether the p**y 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 f**ing sword, I probably lived by the same All you n***as is f**ing 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 sh** f** your AK-47 I got an AK-74 And them bullets they don't just hit you first they knock on the door OOHHH!!