Mac Miller — Born on Halloween

[Intro: Mac Miller] Ayo, Ghost, you crazy for this one, man Ha, East End Empire Let's get this one real quick Trick or treat, muhfuckers [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Yo, look 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 rest from raps 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) [?] 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 (Cheah) [Interlude 1: Ghosty] Yeah, hand over them candy bags and all that shit (All of it) Okay, yo Aight, yo [Verse 2: Ghosty] 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 [?] and them dimes [?] I'm 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 [?] A slender cat, I'm one of the skeletons in your closet (Yeah) Our shit is speculator, see you still MC Dracula Still approach beef with the spatula The black cat scratches like NASDAQ I'm past crack, I [?] duckin' in tents They might despise, I see a fire and I'm [?] We got the nicest lines and [?] [Interlude 2: Mac Miller & Ghosty] 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 [Verse 3: Mac Miller] I'm ready to vote, my [?] and dro up in my bags Got a scale to weigh it out, my paper route, I'm gettin' cash [Verse 4: Ghosty] Crew is [?] for you healthy rappin' clowns Smack you down, crack your crown, [?] [Verse 5: Mac Miller] 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 spittin' butt [Verse 6: Ghosty] Matter fact, your clique is [?] (Ass) [?] ridiculous, knock you out with the verbal Smellin' [?], 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 [?] [Verse 7: Mac Miller] 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 (Cheah) [Verse 8: Ghosty] Man, your squad is [?] enough Don't start actin' up like your sinuses and vagina lips I'm inclined to spit [Outro: Ghosty] Yeah, all day, man East End Empire, The Ill Spoken, The Scholars I see you [?] What up, Beedie? Big Will, all y'all, what's good? Franchise Oh, and I made the beat, bitch