Born on Halloween

[Intro: Jev the Ghost & Mac Miller]

Come along quietly before I mess ya up (DJ Capcom)

Uh, that's my man (Ayo, Ghost, you crazy for this one, man)

That's what we do, man (Ha)

(East End Empire) Hear them Looney Tunes? That's all me, that's all us

(Let's get this one real quick) What's up? What's good?

Almost born on Halloween (Trick or treat, muhfuckers, ha)

Fuckin' monster (Yo, look)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

(DJ Capcom) I'm pickin' a fight, deliver this, finna get rid of your life

Isn't it nice? I'm rippin' it once, it's hittin' you twice

Ghost deliver it nice, so take it as a present (You know)

Fuck sittin' in college, I kick this knowledge for the lesson

It burn ya chest, the words are blessed, confuse and bring ya questions

'Cause with my complexion (Yep), a fingernail could cut the tension

And in case I didn't mention: spittin' it better than anyone did it before (Uh-huh)

I'm rippin your corpse (Yep), dippin' and lettin' you live in the morgue

Shit on the porch, trick or treat, I'm here to piss on the floor

And if I didn't come with the whip, I'm gettin' in yours (Gimme that)

On Devil's Night, we bless the track

Mischief, so we restroom rap

Steal your soul, snatch your heart, laugh and let your chest collapse

I'm dressed in black, ready to run up inside your crib

Smack you upside the head while you sittin' beside your kid

I laugh 'cause your son's in my history class

Make him cry while he see his dad kissin' my ass (Haha)

Spittin' razor sharp cancer, so I'm pissin' out glass

Sit and relax, you bitches stay and live in the past

And here's a toast to me and Ghost

We be the dopest with this rhyme skill (You know)

Dose of rap explode like you wander through a minefield

Time kill itself, clock blowin' out his brains

'Cause you are the Average Joes and John Does without a name (Chyeah)

[Interlude: Jev the Ghost]

Yeah, hand over them candy bags and all that shit (All of it)

Okay, yo

Aight, yo

[Verse 2: Jev the Ghost]

It's like now for a word from a motherfuckin' scholar (Uh-huh)

Late October, homie, I was born a monster (Monster)

Blowin' on that ganja, just listen, don't hate the rhymes (Nah)

Sucker in them dimes, fuck be the color of Frankenstein brother

So I wonder what the talk's about, playa, watch your mouth

A small amount of Ghost will turn your crib into a haunted house (Uh-huh)

I'm on your spouse, dick on her blouse, jizz on the couch

I put you on game 'cause in my brain, it's stickin' out

So pick a different route, you lick her out, fella, don't make me vomit ([?] stupid)

A slender cat, I'm one of the skeletons in your closet (Yeah)

Our shit is spectacular, see you still MC Dracula

Still approach beef with the spatula

The black cat scratches like NASDAQ

I'm past crack, I stack vocab [?] with mags, duckin' the 10's

Mac, they might despise, I see a fire and I'm spiteful as

We got the nicest lines and these fuckers just write like plebs

[Interlude: Mac Miller & Jev the Ghost]

Yeah, y'all know what it is

Hey, Ghost, let's give 'em sixteen more (Oh, yeah?)

Of this straight hip-hop monster shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

(Ah, we definitely got this shit, man)

East End Empire, let's get it (Mr. Hyde, man)

[Verse 3: Mac Miller & Jev the Ghost]

I'm ready to roll, my heavies and Dro up in my bags

Got a scale to weigh it out, my paper route, I'm gettin' cash

Your crew is dick and vag (Yeah) [?] for you healthy rappin' clowns

Smack you down, crack your crown, [?] that average sound (Yo)

You don't wanna talk shit to us (Nope)

We live to bust heads with these fisticuffs

Then dap you like, "What up?" (What up?), just to pick you up

'Cause we splittin' cup while you're spittin' butt

Matter fact, your clique is tits and nuts (Ass)

Our shit's ridiculous (Yeah), knock you out with the verbal

Smellin' salts, twist it up, cook a track, whip it up (Uh-huh)

Hook that ass, fix him up

I think I'ma skip the shit you spit, nigga, I'm into [?] (Uh, yo, yo)

Let's wrap it up, I think we made a point and that's enough

Ghost and Mac is rough, so muhfuckers, start backin' up (Chyeah)

Man, your squad is faggot enough (Haha)

Don't start actin' up (Nah) like your sinuses and vagina lips (Pussies)

I'm inclined to spit (Yeah)

[Outro: Jev the Ghost]

All day, man

East End Empire, The Ill Spoken, The Scholars

I see you, Kong

What up, Beedie?

Big Will, all y'all, what's good?

Franchise

Oh, and I made the beat, bitch