[Verse 1] Washington in the coffin, vampire grin, no sleep Old war scars in the moonlight, blood talk, deep Old George in a vampire cape Blood on the lace, black silk drape Jaw like a judge, graveyard grin I tax your neck if you come in Gravel in my throat, talking tax and pain Long white grin, bat-wing in the frame I sip on the veins like a bitter old wine Countin' every soul I took my time Cape in the dark and the coffin's packed I don’t pay rent, I just take it back Coffin-walk slow through the porch light glow Found the whole block, now I own that soul Black cape dragging on the marble, red eyes, cold stare I bite through a liar's throat and leave the truth there Put my name on the wall, watch the whole hall shake One look from the elder and the weak men break No prayer for the wicked, just fangs and a flag I laugh in the crypt while the whole town sag [Chorus][Vocal: Creepy Child-like evil voice] King wants a tithe Tonight he wants teeth King wants a tithe Tonight he wants teeth Give up the treats Or the night gets mean [Verse 2] Jefferson in a zombie fit, fresh out the dirt I'm rotten, I'm furious, I'm back with the hurt Stitched-up rags, zombie with a cough Face like a riot, loud enough to knock glass off I stomp through the room like a dead man mad Every sentence a curse and a fist in a bag I want the whole table flipped, I want the lie stripped bare I want fear in the eyes when I step in there Cold blue flex with a rotted-lip play Bone-white smile, and I barely blink Talk pretty mean while the dead men sink I built this hell with a polished tongue Then laugh real soft with a graveyard lung Gold in my cuff, lord with a debt to collect I tax the porch, I tax the street If the bucket clinks like a coffin Then baby, that’s a win to me [Chorus][Vocal: Creepy Child-like evil voice] King wants a tithe Tonight he wants teeth King wants a tithe Tonight he wants teeth Give up the treats Or the night gets mean [Verse 3] [Hamilton] Hamilton in the ripped-up fur, werewolf on the loose Young knife-tongue, fast hands, no excuse I chew through the beat like a beast in a cage Every bar a claw mark, every breath a rage I got silver in my teeth and a snarl in my chest Run it back, I don't rest, I don't jest If the pack gets hungry, I bring the night Then I vanish in a blur with the bite I bark at the moon, full of hunger and grit Take your sweets, take your patience, all your shit Pay up, bitch, or I'll tear you clean Werewolf grinnin' with sharp ass teeth [Verse 4] [Adams] It's me bitch, John Adams and I've seen three lifetimes but I want more I kick open hell like a tavern door I wink at the devil and I steal his cards I raise one glass to the fallen guards If the world wants evil, I bring it in style Then I grin that old grin and stay awhile Horned up, pissed off, loud as hell Horn tips bent, tongue like a blade Laugh at the gallows, then make the trade Hell on a tricycle, joke gone bad Kiss my ring if you want what I had Six dead founders in a candy parade Collecting your souls like the taxes they made [Chorus] [Vocal: Creepy Child-like evil voice] King wants a tithe Tonight he wants teeth King wants a tithe Tonight he wants teeth Give up the treats Or the night gets mean [Verse 5] [Madison] Madison in a skin-walker coat Low voice, close range, bringing that smoke Borrow your laugh, wear your skin Move through the halls like smoke in the wind I don't shout, I seep, I creep Count your pulse while you sleep, sleep, sleep Two-faced grin with a candlelit stare You hear my step but I wasn't there Close to the mic, I breathe that fire I stand in the shadows, I never tire I don’t speak loud, I just slip in Came for the sweets, a tax for your sin Quiet like cash in a coat One good knock, one low hiss And your whole sweet stash get smoked [Verse 6] [Franklin] Benjamin wearing that Leatherface apron Hack at the beef, my Chainsaw awaken Pockets full of sweets, your porch light flashin Leatherface grin, slashin' and laughin' Candy tax, I’m at your door Bag full of sins and smoke, I want more I'm mad as hell and I came for the feast Break down the door, make the nice man scream You better hand over the sweet stuff Or the whole damn block get choked [Bridge] [All Voices] King wants a tithe We want the gold King wants a tithe The porch gets cold Teeth in the bucket Souls in the bag Halloween devil shit Rattlin’ that rag [Chorus][Vocal: Creepy Child-like evil voice] King wants a tithe Tonight he wants teeth King wants a tithe Tonight he wants teeth Give up the treats Or the night gets mean
