[Intro: spoken, low gravel male, close to the mic] Every October, some mama dumps the pillowcase out on the kitchen table And goes through it. Piece by piece I'm the piece she's lookin' for [Verse 1: low menacing male MC, half-time] Nineteen sixty-somethin', a newspaper wrote me down Didn't print a face, didn't need one, I was all over town Razor in the apple, needle in the chocolate bar Fifty years of headlines and I never left a scar Never rang a doorbell, never cut across a yard Never touched a single bowl, and every mama's on her guard Hospitals X-ray the candy on the thirty-first for free Line around the parkin' lot, and every kid in line for me I'm the reason homemade popcorn balls went out of style I'm the reason Grandma's fudge goes on the garbage pile [Hook: low menacing male MC, heavy] Fifty years I never happened, and you still check the bag Dump it on the kitchen table, every wrapper, every tag I don't lift a finger, and I still get paid in dread Every porch light in the country burnin' off of what they said [Verse 2: low menacing male MC, colder] You moved trick-or-treat to a parkin' lot at four Daylight in a church van 'cause you couldn't trust a door Kids in plastic capes walkin' trunk to trunk in pairs That's a whole tradition I rewrote, and I was never there Ask a cop for one real case and watch him study his shoes Every story is a cousin's friend who saw it on the news I'm a rumor with a rap sheet and a mugshot with no face You can't cuff a story, so the story runs the place I ain't never had a body, and I'm workin' every year Scariest man in America, and I was never here [Reverse: the beat plays backwards for two bars, spoken low] I was never here I was never here [Verse 3: low menacing male MC, the beat snaps forward heavier] This year you checked it twice and then you threw out all the fruit Held the caramels up to the light like a jeweler with a loupe Pressed every wrapper for a pinhole, shook every little box Gave him back the half you trusted, and you double-checked the locks That's my hand on your shoulder, that's me standin' at the sink Every kid in every kitchen, I'm the first thing that you think I'm the toll on every sidewalk, I'm the tax on every treat I'm the man you never met that you'll be checkin' for next week [Final Hook: low menacing male MC, heaviest] Fifty years I never happened, and you still check the bag Zip me in a body bag, it folds up flat as a flag I don't lift a finger, and I still get paid in dread Never had a heartbeat, so you'll never see me dead [Outro: spoken, low gravel male] Go on. Check it [End]
