Ayy, it′s DubDaddy on the track

Not a rapper, but I thought I'd have a crack

Another song, another bar, another stackWe keep coming back, now we picking up a slack

Get laid, get paid, get a raid

Trigger-Treat sweet, but can′t beat the blade

It's Halloween bitch, it's time to get made

Better lock up, or you′re gonna get slayed

Ayy, The Boys are coming in

Got lit last night, I′m the Cherry Gin

Smoking gas, eating ass, not commiting sin

We're goin′ large like Amy Schumer's second chin

Hey everybody, my name is JoshDub

When I don′t do crime, I talk shit at the club

I like Corona, no lime

And having a tug

I got my bread no crust, 'cause you know I′m a thug

It's Halloween

My girl cooking, clean

Doing flips in the sheets, call that Trick-n-Treat

In the back of a Bentley, and we got on rings

Riding in the streets, shouting scary things (oo! Ahh!)

The Boys in town and we hunting clowns

Couple kings with a couple crowns (bank mate)

Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds

It′s Mully in the back, and your bitch is getting plowed

It′s spooky and cold on this dreadful night

But we got some beauties in our sight

We love the shadows

And fear of the light

But we'll steal your girl with one quick bite

On Halloween you can hear many sounds

Some screaming, some crying in the background

But if I see some kind of creepy clown

Oh, you better believe it′s going down!

All the witches the be on me, with glee

When I walk up in a room it's a party

Got no reflection but there′s one thing you can see

Our competition running, scared as they should be

Never give our little secrets away (hush-hush-hush)

Wiping away all the haters like a (brush-brush-brush)

We be stealing all your candy in a (rush-rush-rush)

Dropping songs and videos and always (crush-crush-crush)

Got these demons in my head, overwhelming me with fear, and dread (dread, dread, dread)

Screaming in my bed keep me grinding 'til I′m dead (dead, dead, dead)

Spirits in my head come and visit me from time to time (time-to-time, time)

People say I'm sick but I swear to God I'm fine (I′m fine, I′m fine!)

Trick-or-Treat!

Excuse me, what the fuck is this?

Candy corn, Bit-O-Honey, one Hershey Kiss?

¿Que no sabes que me dicen "El Mexorsist"?

If you don't know who I am, then I′ll tell you what it is

Got a blanket to protect me, and a wooden cross

I sprinkle Holy Water to show demons who's boss

I make videos to scare all the kiddos

And I′ll exercise your tía with a bag of Hot Cheetos

I shook Freddy Krueger's hand

GRAW harder than The Grudge

Make Pennywise fuck two and give Huggy-Wuggy a hug

I got good at hide-and-seek, you can always ask a fed

I put poison in your GOAT now the Chupacabra′s dead!

I live in the States, born in Monterrey

Got a gringa by my side, she can cook some frijoles

I cross the border and la migra said

"Hey, come on down, but you just can't stay!"

Running and hiding, and working and fighting

You don't got the papers to even be trying

To say it was easy, then I would be lying

Soy un imigrante con gran corazón

En vez de rocogiendo la basura de tu escaloña

Ahora ocupo la pantalla de tu habitación

Hasta parece que yo tomo gasolina

Te enciendo con mis rapes, es pura adrenalina

Mi tierra, la extraño, nunca olvidare mi casa

¡Un saludo para todos mis Latinos y mi raza!

Now give me the Reese′s Cup bitch!

Ya-da, ya-da, ya-da, ya-da

Something about a square

You, me, and Juice Box ′bout to go blare

Like the witch, that's a sitch

Halloween night, ′bout to wake up in a ditch

And I'm stacking up dinero

Got this young man feeling like George Romero

Picked up on clean know we saw it in the taro′s

Dig a little deeper, boy, you almost at the mid-row

I don't really know

I don′t really know

Ya-da, ya-da

Ya-da, ya-da

My goldfish took a little holiday

Left me feeling sour like that Minute Maid

One day he said he wanna go to Outer Space

So I made a little rocket out of Gatorade bottles

Got your grandma at the war

And she gonna catch the fade

I don't really give a fuck

I'm just tryna get paid

I will smoke your grandad too

If he even looks my way

I will kick your little sister in her motherfuckin′ face

That′s that shit you learn in Florida when you smoking K-2

Hold that shit up in my chest, boy, I'm ′bout to turn blue

I might mosy down the target man, and buy me that canoe

I can't, haha, uh