Trick or Treat Lyrics

Trick or treat, it's Killa B

Knock on the door, we ain't here for sweets

Billie Jean, feel it beat

I been hot since I lost my virginity

Killing beats, kill the scene

I got all sorts of skill and artillery

I been on the road doing trickery

Man stop all ya lying ya killing me

Man fuck all them guys that be talking that shit

They got nothing on this, I've been hot for a bit

I been dropping songs since a kid

Used to rob just to live, had to stop now I'm this

But I'd never say that I'm rich

Cause always some money to be made so I gotta get this

'Tracy just said that she's looking for 6 and she's paying 120'

I gotta be quick

Fiends be belling my line, I'm pressured for time

But either way ima get mine

These idiots telling the lies, I never been right

But fuck em if there switching sides

Boys had to run a man, he got hit with a pole

Got sliced and bled on his side

Coming like 'woah woah help'

That's all that he said when we levelled him right

These guys are nonces, grassers, wrong ens

But we let em walk around like it means nothing

So when I heard was looking for an 8 ball

Had to go drop em, we ain't even rob him

These man are always out looking for problems

But I gotta get off, I'm making this profit

Back and I'm making up losses

You know that it's me and the boys anytime we come knocking like

Trick or treat, it's Killa B

Knock on the door, we ain't here for sweets

Billie Jean, feel it beat

I been hot since I lost my virginity

Killing beats, kill the scene

I got all sorts of skill and artillery

I been on the road doing trickery

Man stop all ya lying ya killing me

Trick or treat, trick or treat

Trick or treat, trick or treat

Trick or treat, trick or treat

I been on the road doing trickery

Trick or treat, trick or treat

Trick or treat, trick or treat

I been on the road doing trickery

Man stop all ya lying ya- hold up

Coming like ghostface when I'm in a road rage

Looking like Cobain after that blow mate

Feeling hosey when I say no way

All these throwaways got a man blown away

Til I'm at old age I'll be the coldest

If they ain't know this, tell a man go away

Tell a man go play, they aren't my bros wait

They ain't the man round town, that's me

Like micheal myres when I'm riding by yas

You ain't seen me, I'm pulling out ya eyes with pliers

Righteous riders they be right behind ya

Not hiding like ya, on the pipe with Ryla

Ya guys a liar, backside on fire

Tell I'm the lighter, and I'm shyning brighter

I'd like to like ya, but ya guys a biter

He's ain't writing rhymes like me, I'm the writer

Like Jason Voorhees when I'm chasing all these

I be making more cream while there making porkies

Macing more P that make me horny

Got mates in Morley that be straight to call me

If ya ever knew ya, I'd be Freddy Kruger

In ya nightmare, right there, let me school ya

I creep in ya sleep and pressure you to

Go kill ya self, or I execute ya like

Trick or treat, it's Killa B

Knock on the door, we ain't here for sweets

Billie Jean, feel it beat

I been hot since I lost my virginity

Killing beats, kill the scene

I got all sorts of skill and artillery

I been on the road doing trickery

Man stop all ya lying ya killing me

Trick or treat, trick or treat

Take this as my victory speech

Ain't no one sicker than me

And word on the street

Killa B just killed an MC

Visously

Me I'm the man you man hate on but wish you could be

Ain't no one iller than me nah