Halloween Shit 2

Trick or treat
Smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
If you don't I don't care
I'll pull down my underwear
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
If you don't I don't care
I'll pull down my underwear
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya
This is Halloween
This is Halloween
This is Halloween
This is Halloween
This is Halloween
This is Halloween
Happy Halloween
Halloween shit
I ain’t fucking wit
Just like these bitches
Ain’t ya nigga
Don’t be up on my dick
Run up on me this year
You might be catching a clip
Never mind I’m tryna be peaceful
I ain't carrying shit
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
These bitches got dis nut to eat
You really give no fucks bout me
You want me cuz of something
That I got that you ain’t getting
Steady shitting on you bitches
And you bitch ass niggas
Want some smoke
Let spark it
Pussy nigga you my target
And I’m shooting on some spark shit
Not a gun, but I throw shots
When I’m spitting these disses
I’ll have you praying and wishing
I’ll leave your ass in a ditch
It ain’t no lilo and stitch
But I'm real Lilo, you snitch
A couple of niggas ran up on me
For some candy
Cuz my fashion choice I’m dandy
Them bitches want me in they pansies
Cuz some money got em tweaking
Like y’all Trippin
Man these hoes they funny
I ain’t showing off
Nigga
I’m just blowing off
Steam wit out a beam
That’s on you head cuz I ain’t mean
But I break your fucking spleen
That’s what I need
For you to suffer
Like that nigga did
When niggas took his treats
I ain’t hateful but go suffer
On my shit, I’m getting tougher
Put you niggas in a blunt
Babies fucked up in a rubber
You’d be lucky if you didn’t run into me
I’m so sick of stupid fucks
That’s saying everyone is trustful
When they doing what the must
To get that something that they want
What
Fuck your respect
Don’t know who’s next
They treating but tricking
The knives at ya neck
The life is a wreck
You sick of it yet
I hope I can honestly just try to
The something that they not gone be
Destroyer of the poverty
Good character with quality
Bitches playing dress up
Like they zombies
Need lobotomy
Can’t topple me
Ain’t stopping me
Confused like a quandary
Life’s a ticket
If you get it
It’s the fucking lottery
Fake fuck niggas claim they down
Wasn’t around when I got pound
Didn’t hear a fucking sound
But I'm cool I’m good cuz I know
The feeling mutual
You can’t tell me I move different wit u niggas
Don’t get excited when you see me
Went from friendly and inviting
Now I’m friendly uninviting
Turn me crazy now I’m fighting
Fucking
Fucking psycho
Mind ain’t right
Bitches sucking like its lypo
Man you niggas, not real rappers
In your words I’m hearing typos
Me my niggas smoke ya nigga
Like a cigarette
Who get it next
Tougher than a Brillo pad
Bitches wanna get touchy-feely
Well bitch the feelings dead
Fuck getting head
Knocking niggas heads dead
Leave em redd wit they trippie
Wit the dreads
Fucking over these rappers
They songs do not slap
They critically claim
They whackity rap
They spitting that crap
See cameras they act
No stamina in fact
The songs don’t be bad
Lyrics just trash
Young nigga who spazz
On beats that are trash
No freak I ain’t that
I’m looking to win
I’m happy to pass
Throw a,s in the motherfucking chat
Top of my class
And I ran this shit, yo
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Ay
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Ay
This is Halloween
This is Halloween
This is Halloween
This is Halloween
This is Halloween
This is Halloween
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