The Key of Awesome - Trick or Treat or Die! lyrics
[The Key of Awesome - Trick or Treat or Die! lyrics]
Ah yeah, it's Halloween mother-bleepers
AKA All Hallows Eve, where my witches at?
Let me start it off with a stone cold fact
You don't love Halloween then
You're gonna get smacked
We take this day serious 'cause
We're good at it, yo
It's a magical experience we
Will never outgrow i got Snickers
Goobers spilling out of my sack
I eat more candy than a pimp smokes crack
I'm a chocolate junky, and you're my supplier
Junior Mints and KitKats are what I require
You better be ready
When you get home from work
You don't answer your door
Then we'll go berserk
I'll smash your pumpkins and then
Egg you house too
And leave you a flaming bag of doggy poo
Don't turn off your lights
We know you're home
I'll beat your ass down with a Toblerone
That's the Halloween code that we
Live our life by it's not trick or treat
It's trick or treat or die
Trick or treat, smell my feet
We're the illest trick or treaters
In the Autumn streets
There's a dude for Thanksgiving
And a Christmas Queen but come October
We're the Kings of Halloween
Trick or treat, smell my feet
We're the illest trick or treaters
In the Autumn streets
There's a dude for Thanksgiving
And a Christmas Queen but come October
We're the Kings of Halloween
You've awakened the spirit of
The Pumpkin King
By pissing on the spirit of Halloween
'Tis the season for fun but
You punks play dirty
Plus you shouldn't be out here
At the age of thirty
You two losers are going down
For only I can wear the pumpkin crown
Your reign is over
Now I'll make you my biatch
I'll send you two the prison
In my pumpkin piatch
You're clearly the master
Can we just be friends?
Here's a shiny red apple to make amends
Don't mind if I do, that looks delicious
Ahh razor apple, this isn't nutritious
He threw it in his grill, he didn't even look
That's the oldest trick in the
Trick or treat book
Sorry 'bout your throat son
I bet that stings
But that's what you get when
You mess with the Kings
Trick or treat, smell my feet
We're the illest trick or treaters
In the Autumn streets
There's a dude for Thanksgiving
And a Christmas Queen but come October
We're the Kings of Halloween trick or
AKA All Hallows Eve, where my witches at?
Let me start it off with a stone cold fact
You don't love Halloween then
You're gonna get smacked
We take this day serious 'cause
We're good at it, yo
It's a magical experience we
Will never outgrow i got Snickers
Goobers spilling out of my sack
I eat more candy than a pimp smokes crack
I'm a chocolate junky, and you're my supplier
Junior Mints and KitKats are what I require
You better be ready
When you get home from work
You don't answer your door
Then we'll go berserk
I'll smash your pumpkins and then
Egg you house too
And leave you a flaming bag of doggy poo
Don't turn off your lights
We know you're home
I'll beat your ass down with a Toblerone
That's the Halloween code that we
Live our life by it's not trick or treat
It's trick or treat or die
Trick or treat, smell my feet
We're the illest trick or treaters
In the Autumn streets
There's a dude for Thanksgiving
And a Christmas Queen but come October
We're the Kings of Halloween
Trick or treat, smell my feet
We're the illest trick or treaters
In the Autumn streets
There's a dude for Thanksgiving
And a Christmas Queen but come October
We're the Kings of Halloween
You've awakened the spirit of
The Pumpkin King
By pissing on the spirit of Halloween
'Tis the season for fun but
You punks play dirty
Plus you shouldn't be out here
At the age of thirty
You two losers are going down
For only I can wear the pumpkin crown
Your reign is over
Now I'll make you my biatch
I'll send you two the prison
In my pumpkin piatch
You're clearly the master
Can we just be friends?
Here's a shiny red apple to make amends
Don't mind if I do, that looks delicious
Ahh razor apple, this isn't nutritious
He threw it in his grill, he didn't even look
That's the oldest trick in the
Trick or treat book
Sorry 'bout your throat son
I bet that stings
But that's what you get when
You mess with the Kings
Trick or treat, smell my feet
We're the illest trick or treaters
In the Autumn streets
There's a dude for Thanksgiving
And a Christmas Queen but come October
We're the Kings of Halloween trick or