(feat. Tim Gallo)
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'Cause you know I'm spittin' heat every time I hit the beat
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'Cause I am a monster every day I trick or treat
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'Cause you know I'm spittin' heat every time I hit the beat
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'Cause I am a monster every day I trick or treat
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[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
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I just run raps trust me, been there done that
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I don't make the guns clap, but sharper than a thumbtack
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What's that? Homie outta private school rhyming fools
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Under the table, since the cradle I've been tryin' to
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Kill it with this rhymin' shit
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Hit em' with a flyin' fist, one punch take 'em off their feet like a podiatrist
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I am sick, you're just a giant vagina, try me bitch
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I'll lead you to the lion's den, then tell you what time it is
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No one is as fly as this, I just grab the mic n' spit
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Fuck dumb rappers I'm a rocket scientist
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Flowin' since sixth grade, you know I'm on it now shit
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I am a monster, my crib is a haunted house
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Rollin' with goblins, ghouls and vampires
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Me and Frankenstein lightin' it up like campfires
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Puttin in work, I'm a monster till the dirt
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Livin' every single day like October 31st
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[Chorus:]
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So trick or treat bitch, trick or treat bitch
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All day runnin' up and down your street bitch
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So trick or treat bitch, trick or treat bitch
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'Cause I'm a monster boy, trick or treat bitch
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So trick or treat bitch, trick or treat bitch
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All day runnin' up and down your street bitch
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So trick or treat bitch, trick or treat bitch
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'Cause I'm a monster boy, trick or treat bitch
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[Verse 2: Tim Gallo]
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I find a bitch and I be in the sack for hours
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'Cause I fuck like I got supernatural powers
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So if I'm a get the cheeks, they gon' get dick
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'Cause I always get treats and I ain't never get tricked
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When they put on the beat they say I'm a different guy
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Like I dropped Doc Jekyll and switched to Mr. Hyde
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Said I'm a monster like the spawn of Satan
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Strong arm the leprechaun and get it on with Jason
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I'm a ghoulish muthafucka, what I need with a goblin
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Trip shrooms on witches' brooms, stash weed in a cauldron
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Till I bleed in a coffin precede it with caution
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Because you need to get off 'em
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And so often, bring taste to mixtapes
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Spit fire at Mike Myers, I'm flyer than ring wraiths
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So fuck bein' a monster, I'm a Monstar
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Trick or treat, I'm the reason you're afraid of the dark
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
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I'm the white boy wonder, drinking age under
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Number one stunner who's as cool as a cucumber
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Thunder, lightnin', mythological titan
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With fire in his eyes and a bite like Tyson
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Bark of a werewolf leave your ass frightened
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With mics I ignite the site big as a bison
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Anyone'll fight in my squad
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Find me on monster.com not lookin' for a job
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Put out hits like I was workin' for the mob
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With a bottle in my hand and a tendency to rob
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Like zombie, watch me I'm a kamikaze
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Monster hard body since I learned to use a potty
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I'm naughty by nature, darker than Darth Vader
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A saber-toothed tiger, bye see ya later
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Van Helsing couldn't even fuck with me
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I'm a monster with the ink so fuck Disney
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[Chorus]
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Trick Or Treat
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Chris Webby |