House Of Krazees
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[Verse 1: Hektic]
It's about 7:30 and Mr. Bones is about to swoop
Finna ride by peep the crib of an old coot
Legend has it that his shit is possessed
Marks on his chest tied up as a devil blessed
Unholy sanctuary
Killed him, his wife, and his daughter Mary
Leaving visions of a blood stain nothing more
Hope he doesn't have a flashback, open the door
To the passage of the men of from whom I spoke
Can you see the smoke thicken? I begin to choke
Day dreaming is a fucked up thing you see
Where the fuck is Bones? He's supposed to get me
[Chorus]
Been trick or treated to death tonight
You don't know what death is
Devils exist?
Been trick or treated to death tonight
You don't know what death is
Devils exist?
Been trick or treated to death tonight
You don't know what death is
Devils exist?
You don't know what death is
[Verse 2: Mr. Bones]
8:00 on the dot out the door and in my ride
Butcher knife on the dashboard inside
Bloodstains in the backseat rollin'
In a cracked up car probably stolen
But I don't know
Because I left my mind in El Segundo
Rollin deep with a skeleton mask on my face
About a half-hour late
From pickin' up Hektic
But my car stalled, shit, fuck it
[Chorus]
Been trick or treated to death tonight
You don't know what death is
Devils exist?
Been trick or treated to death tonight
You don't know what death is
Devils exist?
Been trick or treated to death tonight
You don't know what death is
Devils exist?
You don't know what death is
You don't know what death is
[Verse 3: The ROC]
8:36 niggas at my door ready to go
Here we go off trick or treatin' bro
Do re mi fa sol la ti da
If I die, then I'm dead, bitch
Hop in the back seat rollin' three deep
Gang signs up and down on G street
And we off to the man they call Uncle Kreepy
And when I get there make sure that he can't peep me
'Cause I'm scared with my bag in my hand
What's the plan? Motherfuckers, what's the plan?
[Interlude]
One of y'all motherfuckers go up there
I ain't goin' up to that bitch
[?]
Ay, fuck it
Come on, dog, go, man, shit
[Verse 4: The ROC]
Up the stairs, knock knock on the door
Ring the bell trick or treat, ah shit there that nigga go
[Outro: Uncle Kreepy]
Good evening
(See? I told you!)
What amusing costumes you have there, ha ha ha ha
It's been a long time since I've had visitors in these parts
But it's all the same, why don't you come in? Ha ha ha ha
Trick Or Treat was written by The R.O.C. & Monoxide & Jamie Madrox.
Trick Or Treat was produced by The R.O.C..