Lyrics:

Lane Shuler

Last year halloween fell on a Sunday
It kinda killed the vibe cuz half the people say they won’t play
Games with the grisly the macabre and the occult
These are the opinions of some literal adults.
Carved a hole inside a pumpkin and I stuffed it on my head again
Like a vegan version of DiCaprio in revenant
I swear to god I never quit, too much candy left to get
Too many trick or treats to sneak, too many shiny treasure chests.
Wands shooting magic and rifles shooting plasma
I dressed up like the front end of a giant talking phasmid
Had to get a friend of mine to come and play the back end
And If anybody asks you can Act like it never happened
The sun is going down, I’m on a lonely street I don’t know
Hyperventilating through a pair of tiny Nose holes
Stuffing medicine into my mandible from old crows
Hoping if I die my house is Haunted by own ghost


Roqy Tyraid

Ok, yeah well that's demonic but let's switch the topics,
Said if I stay a day, I get a million dollars is this the process? What’s with the closet?
Well that’s suspicious, watch this, I’ma go let get my coat, you push me in and I’m imprisoned, stop it
The inscription on the door hinge is written in cryptic nonsense
Its giving off a morgue scent making a n— nauseous
If this were a show then this where you keep all your victims hostage
Cask of Armantillado ME, a brick's gonna hit yo noggin
As we proceed down the hall, it’s getting increasingly dark
All the portraits are staring, this ain’t evil at all
That picture blinked I just saw it
The dude who’s leading the tour - look like Smegol but tall
Kinda fat with a pony tail — Steven Seagal
A million dollars and the potential to own a home.
This residence’s so forlorn. We stepped in the lecture room
What in the clearance william the third tales of the hood, what is going on here? There is literally a dead man in an arm chair
Victorian era oil lamp flickers, the realtor closes the window seal as a draft enters he laughs
So I slide him a two piece, fire iron to the knee case he try to pursue me
I’m Lotto in 8 Mile, “but the Black guy doesn’t in this movie” I acquired his room keys
Tried to hide, for his dude sees
I deceived him slowly breathing under the bed like O-Ren Ishii
Hope I aint noticed easily
Out of the door he leaves, so forced to sneak floorboard was squeaky
Aimed it at his back as he’s standin next to some madam “Now what’s happenin’?!"
Adrenaline spikes, fight or flight ensued, Ran out the room right to the Realtor
PGA’ed the side of his face with the shaft of a rifle channelled my Tiger Woo
He crashed out of the window on to broken glass like butter and hot knife a spike went through
My night improved, “can add repairing property damage to my stipend too! Should’ve put the ‘Cash In My Hands’, Nice & Smooth!
Shouldn’t have to get a bag the fast route
Screw y'all cash, I’m bout to Monster Mash-out”
Ran down the steps on to the porch and tripped over two white dudes dressed as a horse
With a pumpkin as a head
Having second thoughts I apologized from a distance, and far as that Haunted House, turns out it was a Halloween attraction… and that’s why I’m currently in prison.
You have to believe me though man,
I know what I saw….I know what I saw!