"Trick Or Treat"  Parental Advisory genre: Horrorcore
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	It's just another dark and scary night, y'all...
	Label: Phat Ass Records Credits: M. Osler, C. Hamilton, J. McGrath
	Story Behind the Song Chillin' hard and properly one October night, the fuckin' moon came out and so did this wickit track for the season. Lyrics (Arooooooo) EBR- Here we go again... the mist is creepin up Your heart is speeding up From all around I'm sneakin up. Every October, I rise from the dead and with a lunge I expunge the eyes from your head. Got an appetite for flesh, and that's why I roam, In a dry spell I'll even eat myself to the bone. You're scared to be alone, so you travel in groups, Fine by me, that's just more flies for my soup. Take me out at the legs, you think I'm kaput Stupid fuck, I don't swing an axe with my foot. Blast half my face, yo, I'm still breathin You wanna steak my heart? No thanks, I'm a vegan A demon who's leavin no trace at the scene and I'll melt off your skin with the burst of my semen. A massive mass-murderer, murdering unmasked Precision incision, your heart's out with a knife-pass... VICIOUS- Well, I'm a serial, serial, serial killa Vampire blood-suckin-mother-fuckin Not stopping till I get my filla Eatin brains like cereal; serial killa I do what I willa, I'll make your blood spilla. Say, 'Hey, Mikey,' but I won't respond Cuz the sweet little boy that you knew of me is gone. He's gone getting' freaky, cuz shit be freaky-deaky I'll stick you wit muh blade 30 times or 40 or 50! -HOOK YOU ONCE- HOO-HOO-HA-HA TRICK-OR-TREAT We the freaky ones who eat what you excrete HOO-HOO-HA-HA TREAT OR TRICK Pick one or the other but they both be sick HOO-HOO-HA-HA TRICK OR TREAT We be the creeps who sleep beneath the streets HOO-HOO-HA-HA TREAT OR TRICK To the shadows we slip real quick... VICIOUS- 'Aroo,' goes the wolf. Check it, peep the full moon. Sun just went down won't be comin' up soon. Oh, shit, what was that sound? You're getting paranoid, The Fear is kickin your ass like a hemorrhoid. Demons are unemployed except for this time of year. When they surface shit gets eerier and weird up hear. Month: 10 Day: 31 Are you scared? You should be, Cuz your nightmares are awake even when you’re not asleep! My hocky mask and chainsaw gonna come in handy For huntin down kids huntin down they candy. I'm drinkin some blood like some bum drinkin brandy The red is runnin the streets like the Rio Grande. The season gets me randy, gets me spooky, gets me off, Replace my own head with the Jackolantern's scoff. Replace my blades, switch it to the sawed-off Then it's BOOM-shocka-BOOM all damn night long. EBR- Help an old lady with her groceries, as soon as she's packed She turns to leave, I put a fuckin axe in her back. Spiked bat in hand: that's how I like to club hoes. Fuck your guns, bullet wounds ain't nothing but stubbed toes I love the taste of blood, that's why I want in you Red is good, but it tastes the best as a thin blue Your death pain and torture is all I'ma dream Not what I seem, and my lullaby is your scream -HOOK YOU TWICE- HOO-HOO-HA-HA TRICK OR TREAT We the freak creeps that you don't wanna meet. HOO-HOO-HA-HA TREAT OR TRICK We travel wit platoons of goons n' shit. HOO-HOO-HA-HA TRICK OR TREAT We rise from the cracks inside the concrete. HOO-HOO-HA-HA TREAT OR TRICK To our blades you know your blood will stick... PHUNK- I gotta knife in my pocket and I sulk in the dark. I follow close behind when you walk through the park. I'm tip-tip-toin' while you're in dead sprint, And dead was dead right if you caught what I meant. I swing my right arm with the blade in my palm And the red stuff falls on this nice green lawn It's like Christmas time but two months early... I guess you’re an organ donor now, little girly. And I got the fangs when the moon comes out Chasin town folk till they all scream and shout When I say die, you just scream. Die! I come from the Midwest, Kids of the Corn And here Halloween ain't just the norm Storm rolls in and the wind starts blowin The windows are shakin and your heart gets goin And you hear a tap-tap on the wall... Say your prayers cuz I'm killin every motherfuckin one of y'all. TOO DARK TOO SCARY

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