Mac Miller, Ghosty - Born on Halloween lyrics

Ayo, Ghost, you crazy for this one, man
Ha, East End Empire
Let's get this one real quick
Trick or treat, muhfuckers

Yo, look i'm pickin' a fight, deliver this
Finna get rid of your life
Isn't it nice? I'm rippin' it once
It's hittin' you twice
Ghost deliver it nice
So take it as a present (You know)
Fuck sittin' in college
I kick this knowledge for the lesson
It burn ya chest, the words are blessed
Confuse and bring ya questions
'Cause with my complexion
(Yep) , a fingernail could cut the tension
And in case I didn't mention: spittin' it
Better than anyone did it before (Uh, huh)
I'm rippin your corpse (Yep)
Dippin' and lettin' you live in the morgue
Shit on the porch, trick or treat
I'm here to piss on the floor
And if I didn't come with the whip
I'm gettin' in yours (Gimme that)
On Devil's Night, we bless the track
Mischief, so we rest from raps
Steal your soul, snatch your heart
Laugh and let your chest collapse
I'm dressed in black
Ready to run up inside your crib
Smack you upside the head while
You sittin' beside your kid
I laugh 'cause your son's in my history class
Make him cry while he see
His dad kissin' my ass (Haha)
Spittin' razor sharp cancer
So I'm pissin' out glass sit and relax
You bitches stay and live in the past
And here's a toast to me and Ghost
We be the dopest with this rhyme skill
(You know)
Explode like you wander through a minefield
Time kill it'self
Clock blowin' out his brains
'Cause you are the Average Joes and
John Does without a name (Cheah)

Yeah, hand over them candy bags
And all that shit (All of it)
Okay, yo aight, yo

It's like now for a word
From a motherfuckin' scholar (Uh, huh)
Late October, homie, I was born a monster
(Monster)
Blowin' on that ganja, just listen
Don't hate the rhymes and them dimes
I'm Frankenstein, brother
So I wonder what the talk's about, playa
Watch your mouth
A small amount of Ghost will turn
Your crib into a haunted house (Uh, huh)
I'm on your spouse, dick on her blouse
Jizz on the couch
I put you on game 'cause in my brain
It's stickin' out
So pick a different route, you
A slender cat
I'm one of the skeletons in your closet
(yeah) our shit is speculator
See you still MC Dracula
Still approach beef with the spatula
The black cat scratches like NASDAQ
I'm past crack, I duckin' in tents
They might despise, I see a fire and I'm
We got the nicest lines and

Yeah, y'all know what it is
Hey, Ghost, let's give 'em sixteen more
(Oh yeah?)
Of this straight Hip-Hop monster shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Ah, we definitely got this shit, man)
East End Empire, let's get it

I'm ready to vote, my and dro up in my bags
Got a scale to weigh it out, my paper route
I'm gettin' cash

Crew is for you healthy rappin' clowns
Smack you down, crack your crown

You don't wanna talk shit to us (Nope)
We live to bust heads with these fisticuffs
Then dap you like, "What up?"
(What up?) , just to pick you up
'Cause we splittin' cup while
You spittin' butt

Matter fact, your clique is (Ass)
Ridiculous, knock you out with the verbal
Smellin', twist it up, cook a track
Whip it up (Uh, huh)
Hook that ass, fix him up
I think I'ma skip the shit you spit, nigga
I'm into

Yo, let's wrap it up
I think we made a point and that's enough
Ghost and Mac is rough
So muhfuckers start backin' up (Cheah)

Man, your squad is enough
Don't start actin' up like your
Sinuses and vagina lips i'm inclined to spit

Yeah, all day, man
East End Empire, The Ill Spoken, The Scholars
I see you what up, Beedie?
Big Will, all y'all, what's good? Franchise
Oh, and I made the beat, bitch