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Ayy, 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 picking up a slack
 Get laid, get paid, get a raid
 Trigger-Treat sweet, but can't beat the blade
 It's Halloween bitch, it's time to get made
 Better lock up, or you're gonna get slayed
 Ayy, The Boys are coming in
 Got lit last night, I'm the Cherry Gin
 Smoking gas, eating ass, not commiting sin
 We're goin' 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 got my bread no crust, 'cause you know I'm a thug
 It's Halloween
 My girl cooking, clean
 Doing flips in the sheets, call that Trick-n-Treat
 In the back of a Bentley, and we got on rings
 Riding in the streets, shouting scary things (oo! Ahh!)
 The Boys in town and we hunting clowns
 Couple kings with a couple crowns (bank mate)
 Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds
 It's Mully in the back, and your bitch is getting plowed
 It's spooky and cold on this dreadful night
 But we got some beauties in our sight
 We love the shadows
 And fear of 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 the be on me, with glee
 When I walk up in a room it's a party
 Got no reflection but there's one thing you can see
 Our competition running, scared as they should be
 Never give our little secrets away (hush-hush-hush)
 Wiping away all the haters like a (brush-brush-brush)
 We be stealing all your candy in a (rush-rush-rush)
 Dropping songs and videos and always (crush-crush-crush)
 Got these demons in my head, overwhelming me with fear, and dread (dread, dread, dread)
 Screaming in my bed keep me grinding 'til I'm dead (dead, dead, dead)
 Spirits in my head come and visit me from time to time (time-to-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 fuck is this?
 Candy corn, Bit-O-Honey, one Hershey Kiss?
 ¿Que no sabes que me dicen "El Mexorsist"?
 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 exercise your tía with a bag of Hot Cheetos
 I shook Freddy Krueger's hand
 GRAW harder than The Grudge
 Make Pennywise fuck two and give Huggy-Wuggy a hug
 I got good at hide-and-seek, you can always ask a fed
 I put poison in your GOAT now the Chupacabra's dead!
 I live in the States, born in Monterrey
 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 working and fighting
 You don't got the papers to even be trying
 To say it was easy, then I would be lying
 Soy un imigrante con gran corazón
 En vez de rocogiendo la basura de tu escaloña
 Ahora ocupo la pantalla de tu habitación
 Hasta parece que yo tomo gasolina
 Te enciendo con mis rapes, es pura adrenalina
 Mi tierra, la extraño, nunca olvidare mi casa
 ¡Un saludo para todos mis Latinos y mi raza!
 Now give me the Reese's Cup bitch!
 Ya-da, ya-da, ya-da, ya-da
 Something about a square
 You, me, and Juice Box 'bout to go blare
 Like the witch, that's a sitch
 Halloween night, 'bout to wake up in a ditch
 And I'm stacking up dinero
 Got this young man feeling like George Romero
 Picked up on clean know we saw it in the taro's
 Dig a little deeper, boy, you almost at the mid-row
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 I don't really know
 I don't really know
 Ya-da, ya-da
 Ya-da, ya-da
 My goldfish took a little holiday
 Left me feeling sour like that Minute Maid
 One day he said he wanna go to Outer Space
 So I made a little rocket out of Gatorade bottles
 Got your grandma at the war
 And she gonna catch the fade
 I don't really give a fuck
 I'm just tryna get paid
 I will smoke your grandad too
 If he even looks my way
 I will kick your little sister in her motherfuckin' face
 That's that shit you learn in Florida when you smoking K-2
 Hold that shit up in my chest, boy, I'm 'bout to turn blue
 I might mosy down the target man, and buy me that canoe
 I can't, haha, uh