[Intro: fierce raspy older female rapper, over booming toms] Last house on the dead-end, porch lamp on Same bowl of candy since your grandma was born [Verse 1: female rapper, cold and quick] Sixty years of witches with a broom from the hall Sixty years of cowboys with a cap gun and a drawl Every one of 'em grins when I ask 'em the thing Every one of 'em says "treat" like they're kissin' a ring Grab a little fistful, and they scatter down the walk And I sit back in my rocker, and I listen to the clock Then the new boy from the corner by the creek No costume, no bag, and a scab on his cheek I said, "Trick or treat?" and he stared at the bowl Looked me dead in the eye, and he said it cold "Trick." [Laugh: she laughs in rhythm, four hard beats locked to the toms] Ha, ha, ha, ha [Pre-Hook: female rapper, building] Ring, ring, little bell on the door Sixty years I heard one word, and now I heard one more [Hook: female rapper, full force] Everybody takes the treat, everybody takes the treat Sixty years of sticky hands and the same two words on my street Nobody ever picked the trick, they figured it was fake You just picked the trick, so here's the bowl, it's yours to take [Verse 2: female rapper, grinning, meaner] Here's the rule, and I'mma say it one time slow Whoever picks the trick is the one that can't go You hold the bowl, you ask the word, you wait on one brave kid Sixty years I waited on the thing that you just did You get every Halloween, and you don't get nothin' else And these steps won't ever let you walk down 'em by yourself Now I'm smilin' at you, honey, like a lady smiled at me With a smile just like a latch, a cardigan and a key [Hook: female rapper, full force] Everybody takes the treat, everybody takes the treat Sixty years of sticky hands and the same two words on my street Nobody ever picked the trick, they figured it was fake You just picked the trick, so here's the bowl, it's yours to take [Verse 3: female rapper, triumphant and cold] I was nine in a bedsheet with a pillowcase in hand Same porch, same lamp, same lady, same command Every kid on my block took the sugar, and they ran I said "trick," 'cause I was nine and wanted somethin' grand She laughed like I'm laughin', and she handed me the bowl Walked off down the dead-end, and she left me with the toll Now I set it in your hands, and I'm standin' off the chair First time in sixty years I got October in my hair Gonna knock on every door on every block until I eat And when they ask me, "Trick or treat?" baby, I'm takin' treat [Hook: female rapper, full force] Everybody takes the treat, everybody takes the treat Sixty years of sticky hands and the same two words on my street Nobody ever picked the trick, they figured it was fake You just picked the trick, so here's the bowl, it's yours to take [End]
