Halloween House (Remix) ft. Copywrite & Lane Shuler Lyrics

Last year halloween fell on a sunday

It kinda killed the vibe cuz half the people say they won’t play

Games with the grisly the macabre and the occult

These are the opinions of some literal adults.

carved a hole inside a pumpkin and I stuffed it on my head again

Like a vegan version of DiCaprio in revenant

I swear to god I never quit, too much candy left to get

Too many trick or treats to sneak, too many shiny treasure chests.

Wands shooting magic and rifles shooting plasma

I dressed up like the front end of a giant talking phasmid

Had to get a friend of mine to come and play the back end

And If anybody asks you can Act like it never happened

The sun is going down, I’m on a lonely street I don’t know

Hyperventilating through a pair of tiny Nose holes

Stuffing medicine into my mandible from old crows

Hoping if I die my house is Haunted by own ghost

Hey, you hear something?

Look, I’m Peter Venkman Ghostbustin’ but the weed is stinkin’

Caught the ghost of the Queen of England overseas in Kingland,

Now I’m on four walls besider, foot of green I’ve been in and out of more walls than slimer,

Taken from granny escaping with Xannies,

It was me putting razors and candy for Nathan to families,

The wicked non-sane who licked the bomb strain,

The horsemen who get head I’m like Ichabod Crane,

I don’t believe in ghosts but I believe in toast,

Pull a trigger at micro speed so I can see a, ghost

My lyrics are spirits makes actors crazy,

I’m shapin’ up more wet pot than Patrick Swayze,

You look can kill, if looks can kill I’m 6 foot 4 dressed up like Bushwick Bill,

Trick or treat I’m outta weed granny back in the days me and my squad back snatched for Halloween candy,

Facts

I’m not prepared for people, and yet I’m scared I see you,

But I’ve got my cheap Halloween mask on that I can barely breathe through,

Say honey this is weird, they say trick or treat I’m hoping they say trick so I can make their money disappear,

Old wacko laugh at the Jackal’s anthem, Copywrite the human Jack-o'-lantern, run out of shams tired,

But at future generations they’ll tell stories about me around the camp fire,