Spooky Season

Killing bitches
Mixing potions
Girl you know this ain't no lotion
I been on my spooky shit
Where you go I got the grip
Don't touch down
This ain't no strip
Flying makes me really sick
That's why i've been on my drive
USB yeah Terabyte
Don't be working 9-5
Not no more
I ain't that guy
Raccoon shit yeah really sly
If she sad I gotta hit
Even if she is a bitch
Halloween the best it's lit
Staring at the moon and stars
Passing plane and passing cars
Alcohol and moonshine jars
Walking round off all the bars
Candles wax and pentagrams
Friends are on and off the xans
Don't steal my girl i'm her manz
Mixing color with the tans
H E double hockey sticks
Come on girl just show your tits
He's not straight yeah he's cis
Don't want it to come out like this
Still not really into dicks
She be feeling on my beard
Don't say that they'll think its weird
I will never shed a tear
Cut my hair
Yeah with some shears
Still don't drink alot of beer
Backwoods shit
Yeah like a deer
Don't think too much bout this shit
If you do you'll split your wigs

Spiderwebs on all my nails
Furries walking round with tails
Bags and wings and Christian Bales
Skeleton on haunted trails
Candy paint with flashing lights
Fill my cup up with he sprite
Yo girl pussy really tight
If I see you its on sight
Candy corn and filthy whores
Really like the color orange
Jack-O-Lanterns on the porch
Pumpkin pie i'm getting sore
Wait you thought that this was it
Got some more no wait just in
Take yo girl and her unborn
Then i'll put you in the grave
Dress myself in black and lace
Got a virus got no taste
Fake tattoos all on my face
Did the dash yeah did the race
It's over now I got the Ace



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Writer(s): Camden Dronenburg
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