10.30.22 (feat. Biinjo & $ega 死 お金 愛)

Making this halloween music You already know we do it Droppin' albums, keep them clueless R10T! highest, y'all are choosing The best option, but feel free To second guess yourself We already know that we're the best We wouldn't want your L's Sticking with the best, might just press it up to your spokes You know that $ega got the voices, I just sit here spitting jokes I'm fucking smoking with the reaper, Jack-o-lanterns filled with fear It got me smiling ear to ear, I pass that spliffy to the nearest motherfucker Gotta buffer- buffer- buffer when you talking back Keep up with the stutter, then the chrome about to blast your ass Shoot away the hairs atop your head, you look like Kreuger More like Jason, what a tool, like his machete go right through you Spitting raps about the holiday that everybody loves Going trick or treat, don't ding-dong-ditch a fucker just for fun Pull up to the crib to run away, you ain't gon' look so good Choppa blasting at your other side, man, Bubba wish he could Rapping 'bout some shit that I don't even fucking know about Making fuckers scared 'bout they careers, I'm like a scary clown Make a pussy Shutter, like Hereditary, mother 'Boutta introduce me to her fucking brother, that's your uncle Bridge right here, gonna mix it up a little bit Thank you David for this phonk beat, 'boutta carry it Halloween tomorrow, don't be crying, pass the bottle Chug it all, Michael Myers right behind the fucking wall Michael Myers got the bloodlust just a little bit Crying and you begging like pussy we don't give shit Mix the vodka in with her blood like the taste of it Slit both his wrist, and the body we get rid of it Halloween night I'm the devil, the rest just a demon Hollow out his body with my bullets now there's no more screaming Can't trust nobody no hoes cause they always scheming Entering the party like "No Russian" everybody fleeing Reverse bear trap on his head watch his soul leave Call me wayne gacy cause my killing on the low key Mostly getting my money Mr. Moseby Froze keep all the bodies fresh for the morning Call me Patrick Bateman cause I'm going psycho This is for the people screaming "F*ck the five-o" Purging in the day gotta clean my knife tho If they talking shit then we'll end their life hoe