Its about 7:30 and Mr. Bones is about to smoke Fidda ride by peep the crib i got no coat Legend has it that his shed is possessed marks on his chest Tied up as a devil blessed Unholy senctuary Killed him his wife and his daughter Mary Leavin visions of a blood stain and more Hope he doesnt have a flashback open the door To the passage of the men of whom i spoke Can you see the smoke thicken? I begin to choke Day dreaming is a fucked up thing you see Where the fuck is Bones? He's supposed to get me 8:00 on the dot out the door and in my ride Butcher knife on the dashboard inside Bloodstains on the backseat rollin In a cracked up car probably stolin But i don't know Because i left my mind in el segundo Rollin deep with a skeleton mask on my face About a halfhour late From pickin up Hektik But my car stalled shit fuck it 8:36 niggas at my door ready to go Here we go off trick or treatin bro Do re mi fa so la ti da if i die Then im dead bitch Hop in the back seat rollin 3 deep Gang signs up and down on G street And we off to the man they call unclee creepy And when i get there make sure that he can peep me Cus im scared with my back in my hand Whats the plan? Mother Fuckers whats the plan Up the stairs knock knock on the door Ring the bell trick or treat oh shit there that nigga go
