Spooky Season Lyrics

I'm slicing I'm Dyson

I'm mixing it up

Michael Myers with a mask

Know I love when they run

Reach for the blade

And you reach for the gun

End of the line

Like I'm hunting for fun

Big rip

Hit a lick

Coke on a big bitch

Pop another bottle

I'm dead, yeah I'm the big fish

Drink it all up

With the henny

I'm on a big binge

Stats on the board

But will you ever get this?

Wet like a whistle

Only ever sign

When I know it's beneficial

I do it big

With the pockets abyssal

Host of my show

Like the boy jimmy kimmel

Whipping it up like

I pull out the griddle

Dial it down

Got to try to act civil

Troll at the bridge

Better answer my riddle

Or imma stab you

And run

Then I giggle

Hold up

That was fucked up

Like a stick up

Get yourself together

Need a diaper

Like some pull-ups

Never wasting time

Right on a beat

It's just the build up

If I'm on the mic

Better get off your ass

And get up

I am writing this song a year later

Like I said boy

I'm not lying

Take a bite, bitch

Michael Tyson

Beat the beat up

Listen, taking a liking

Fumbled it back

But imma pick it up

Recycling

Wait, hold up

M-99

Bay harbor butcher

I lost track of time

But we keep it on flowing

It's rhyme after rhyme

Boss make a dollar

And I make a dime

Step to the mic scream

fuck all the haters

Bridge all the gaps dude

That's my hiatus

Why do they hate us

They still gone play us

I'm just gone make more and get all my plays up

You got cracks in your makeup

I was down but I came up

Lost your bet need to pay up

Pressure on you man

Squeeze you like a k-cup

Scoring on your girl

Cause she be liking to lay up

Don't be so mad now

I did you a favor

Halloween time, it's the season of slayers

Bitch I'm breaking down barriers

And peeling back layers