Trick or treat, smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
If you don't, I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
Trick or treat, smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
If you don't, I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
That's right
Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
What are you afraid of?
Is it real or is it made up?
Can you feel the pain from
Killers in your brain or do you always stay numb?
Trick or treat
I'm on that spooky shit
Catch me coming down the block in that hoopty
With the tinted windows
Michael Meyers mask with a doobie lit
That shit stank like dookie lip
I must be losing it
I'm ready to slash
I'm ready smash Lizzo
Headed to Camp Crystal with machetes and black pistols
They tell me relax but it's never that
Imma murderer, baby
But If I was to murder a baby
You'd say it's ok because you're a Democrat
Pregnant bitches get pepper sprayed in the coochie
LOL at chicks that never claim to be groupies
But still get naked for Michelin grade sushi
Thinking she's paid because she's giving away pussy
If you're handing out snatch like a snickers
Put my face in it like a cat with his whiskers
Liquor in the front
Poker in the rear
Don't fear the reaper
Or the creep behind the two way mirror
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
That's right
Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
What are you afraid of?
Is it real or is it made up?
Can you feel the pain from
Killers in your brain or do you always stay numb?
Smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
Pussy!
It's almost cuffing season and she's booking me
It's a Love Connection and I'm Chuck Woolery
Whoever pulls a tool on me, gon' get a funeral for free
You know the dilly
We got more guns than hillbillies at Chilis
And you got a mouth like you Millie Vanilli
I'm laying you out like I'm living in Philly
You bitches kill me with that independent shit
You in the building but not without men in it
You know we built it from the ground and the sediment
That's why we represent!
Trick me, lick me
Treat me like a God, baby
You don't need my name, just call me John, baby
I've been on my job lately
So give me a blow job while I'm sitting on the John, baby
The sweeter the Beetlejuice
The sweeter the seed in the Berry
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice
Yo, that's number 3
Shit's about to get scary
What you want me to do?
Light up some weed for me
Light up some weed for you
Where the f*ck is Michael Keaton when you need the dude?
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
That's right
Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
What are you afraid of?
Is it real or is it made up?
Can you feel the pain from
Killers in your brain or do you always stay numb?
J. Gamble - Trick Or Treat Lyrics
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Trick or treat, smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
If you don't, I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
Trick or treat, smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
If you don't, I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
That's right
Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
What are you afraid of?
Is it real or is it made up?
Can you feel the pain from
Killers in your brain or do you always stay numb?
Trick or treat
I'm on that spooky shit
Catch me coming down the block in that hoopty
With the tinted windows
Michael Meyers mask with a doobie lit
That shit stank like dookie lip
I must be losing it
I'm ready to slash
I'm ready smash Lizzo
Headed to Camp Crystal with machetes and black pistols
They tell me relax but it's never that
Imma murderer, baby
But If I was to murder a baby
You'd say it's ok because you're a Democrat
Pregnant bitches get pepper sprayed in the coochie
LOL at chicks that never claim to be groupies
But still get naked for Michelin grade sushi
Thinking she's paid because she's giving away pussy
If you're handing out snatch like a snickers
Put my face in it like a cat with his whiskers
Liquor in the front
Poker in the rear
Don't fear the reaper
Or the creep behind the two way mirror
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
That's right
Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
What are you afraid of?
Is it real or is it made up?
Can you feel the pain from
Killers in your brain or do you always stay numb?
Smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
Pussy!
It's almost cuffing season and she's booking me
It's a Love Connection and I'm Chuck Woolery
Whoever pulls a tool on me, gon' get a funeral for free
You know the dilly
We got more guns than hillbillies at Chilis
And you got a mouth like you Millie Vanilli
I'm laying you out like I'm living in Philly
You bitches kill me with that independent shit
You in the building but not without men in it
You know we built it from the ground and the sediment
That's why we represent!
Trick me, lick me
Treat me like a God, baby
You don't need my name, just call me John, baby
I've been on my job lately
So give me a blow job while I'm sitting on the John, baby
The sweeter the Beetlejuice
The sweeter the seed in the Berry
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice
Yo, that's number 3
Shit's about to get scary
What you want me to do?
Light up some weed for me
Light up some weed for you
Where the f*ck is Michael Keaton when you need the dude?
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
That's right
Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
What are you afraid of?
Is it real or is it made up?
Can you feel the pain from
Killers in your brain or do you always stay numb?
Give me something good to eat
If you don't, I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
Trick or treat, smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
If you don't, I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
That's right
Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
What are you afraid of?
Is it real or is it made up?
Can you feel the pain from
Killers in your brain or do you always stay numb?
Trick or treat
I'm on that spooky shit
Catch me coming down the block in that hoopty
With the tinted windows
Michael Meyers mask with a doobie lit
That shit stank like dookie lip
I must be losing it
I'm ready to slash
I'm ready smash Lizzo
Headed to Camp Crystal with machetes and black pistols
They tell me relax but it's never that
Imma murderer, baby
But If I was to murder a baby
You'd say it's ok because you're a Democrat
Pregnant bitches get pepper sprayed in the coochie
LOL at chicks that never claim to be groupies
But still get naked for Michelin grade sushi
Thinking she's paid because she's giving away pussy
If you're handing out snatch like a snickers
Put my face in it like a cat with his whiskers
Liquor in the front
Poker in the rear
Don't fear the reaper
Or the creep behind the two way mirror
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
That's right
Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
What are you afraid of?
Is it real or is it made up?
Can you feel the pain from
Killers in your brain or do you always stay numb?
Smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
Pussy!
It's almost cuffing season and she's booking me
It's a Love Connection and I'm Chuck Woolery
Whoever pulls a tool on me, gon' get a funeral for free
You know the dilly
We got more guns than hillbillies at Chilis
And you got a mouth like you Millie Vanilli
I'm laying you out like I'm living in Philly
You bitches kill me with that independent shit
You in the building but not without men in it
You know we built it from the ground and the sediment
That's why we represent!
Trick me, lick me
Treat me like a God, baby
You don't need my name, just call me John, baby
I've been on my job lately
So give me a blow job while I'm sitting on the John, baby
The sweeter the Beetlejuice
The sweeter the seed in the Berry
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice
Yo, that's number 3
Shit's about to get scary
What you want me to do?
Light up some weed for me
Light up some weed for you
Where the f*ck is Michael Keaton when you need the dude?
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
That's right
Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
What are you afraid of?
Is it real or is it made up?
Can you feel the pain from
Killers in your brain or do you always stay numb?
Writer: Justin Gamble
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid