[Verse 1] Welcome to my block — October edition, Skeletons gossip like they’re on a mission. Neighbors fake nice with a candy dish vision, But behind those smiles, it’s suspicion and fiction. Mask half-off, that’s metaphor code, Identity split like a two-lane road. Mirror talk back — “Bro, lighten your load,” But I can’t, the beat’s possessed — upload mode. I’m carving bars like jack-o’lantern cheeks, Rhyme blade sharp, no trick-or-treat weak. Each syllable creep like a floorboard squeak, If words had teeth, they’d bite when I speak. [Hook] I’m hearin’ voices in the pumpkin again, They say “Rap till the grave and make the pen bend.” I ain’t scared of the dark, that’s where bars transcend, Halloween never ends when the beat resurrects, my friend. [Verse 2] Yo, I ghost my doubts, exorcise my fears, Wrote verses on fog, signed ’em in tears. Every bar’s a séance for the ones I revere, Dead rhymes come alive when the drop appear. No chainsaws, no blood — just pain in the booth, Honesty cut deep, yeah, that’s the truth. I rap like the moon’s pullin’ waves through youth, Haunted by ambition, uncouth but smooth. Brain in a maze, thought trails cross, Punchlines twist like a vampire’s floss. I’m lost but the rhythm my inner boss, Turn nightmares to quotes with a pen I toss. [Hook] I’m hearin’ voices in the pumpkin again, They say “Rap till the grave and make the pen bend.” I ain’t scared of the dark, that’s where bars transcend, Halloween never ends when the beat resurrects, my friend. [Bridge] Yeah, I rhyme with the bats, converse with the cats, Mic stand creaks like it’s haunted by facts. I laugh at the fear, adapt to the acts, Even my shadow got punchline tracks. [Outro] So when the clock strikes doom, don’t assume it’s fear — It’s just me spittin’ truth in the atmosphere. I’m the ghost of my grind, still crystal clear, Happy Halloween — see you next year.
