(Verse 1) Midnight strikes, and the fog rolls in, Creepin' through the graveyard with a devilish grin, Jack-o'-lanterns glow, blood on the snow, I’m the shadow in the window when the winds blow cold. Cloak black like the pits of hell, Chains drag when I walk, you can hear that spell, Moon full, and my blade stay gleamin’, Screams in the air — nah, you ain't dreamin'. Whispers in the cornfield, mask on tight, Knives in my coat, I don’t wait to fight, Pumpkins rot, but I never decay, On All Hallows’ Eve, I come out to play. (Hook) It’s the night of the reaper, knockin’ at your door, Trick or treat? Nah, I came for gore. Haunted by the beat, possessed by the flow, If you hear my rhyme, then it's time to go. Bodies in the leaves, chill in your bones, I don't need a team — I creep alone. Monsters lurk, but I bring the dread, This ain’t a costume, I'm really the dead. (Verse 2) Candles flicker in the haunted house, Silhouette movin’ like a demon mouse, Creepin’ through your speakers, bars too wicked, Spittin’ grave dirt, yeah, the curse is scripted. No holy water, no priest gon’ save ya, Crosses flip when I switch my nature, Rhyme like a hex and my flow’s like ether, Each bar a blade, I’m the soul grim reaper. Don’t sleep — I’m the bump in the night, Don’t blink — I’m the flicker in the light. Blood moon rises, crows all gather, Every scream's a beat, every breath gets shattered. (Hook) It’s the night of the reaper, knockin’ at your door, Trick or treat? Nah, I came for gore. Haunted by the beat, possessed by the flow, If you hear my rhyme, then it's time to go. Bodies in the leaves, chill in your bones, I don't need a team — I creep alone. Monsters lurk, but I bring the dread, This ain’t a costume, I'm really the dead. (Bridge) Ghost in the booth, I'm a poltergeist, Rap so deadly, it's cold as ice. Skeleton fingers tap that beat, And every verse make the heart skip three. You prayin’? Useless. I’m already near, Whispers in your ear — that’s real fear. Halloween rap with a murderous twist, Say my name once, and you cease to exist. (Outro) This ain't a game, no mask, no lie, Just death in a verse and a bloodshot sky. So when the night falls and the streets go black, Don’t look back — I might be that.
