(Monoxide Child)    Man, it was fucked up and I'll never forget it    There was blood all over my hands, I must have did it    I'm in handcuffs and these people keep screaming    Yelling at the police    Man he's not breathing    Flat line, I blacked out again    Cause last time this shit happen    I was covered in blood    No love for the two-faced demon    Who gets drunk and goes speeding    Into the back of a pick-up truck    Now it's coming back to me    I killed a family    Because of my alcoholic insanity    I'm in the cop car now and it's setting in    That the blood on my hand is from the hole in my chin    I know I'll get a phone call for someone to come and get me    But the person I would call I think was in the car with me    Everybody died tonight because I wanted to get drunk and drive    Now I'm doing life       (Chorus)    I wanna get high    I got to get high    If I don't get high    Then I can't get by    But we don't get high on Halloween    Cause bad shits always happening    I wanna hit that blunt!    Man give me that blunt!    Go on and hit that blunt    And quit acting like a punk!    Fuck that!    We ain't getting high today    And maybe all the spirits will just fly away       (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)    Where the party goin on tonight?    It's Halloween    I got to get up on some green    Before I show up on the scene    Creeping clean    Up out the Chevy sporting county blue    Gripping the box of white owls to put the weed into    The name is Blaze, nothing changed    Pull the blunt out cause drank six 5ths of Henny    I ain't even catch a buzz    The music jumping when we started    Make my way up to the party    That's when I spotted home boy with the blunt from ????    Put the light up to the blunt    ??? my lungs was swollen until I'm swimming in a cloud of smoke    Choking up the focus when it happened    Room was spinning, people laughing    The pictures on the wall come alive and start atacking    The windows smashing out, people running all directions    I tired to move myself it's like I'm molded to my section    Somebody laced my shit and now I'm layin on the flo'    Damn, I'll never smoke no weed on Halloween no mo'       (Chorus)    I wanna get high    I got to get high    If I don't get high    Then I can't get by    But we don't get high on Halloween    Cause bad shits always happening    I wanna hit that blunt!    Man give me that blunt!    Go on and hit that blunt    And quit acting like a punk!    Fuck that!    We ain't getting high today    And maybe all the spirits will just fly away       (Anybody Killa)    When I'm high    Treat Halloween like April Fools    Then trick on these motherfucking ghost and ghouls    She ask why's this candy apple taste so salty?    Because my dick pissed all a crossed it    Three years probation for that shit hoe    Just because these little punks couldn't take the joke    Now they coming at me with some shit like I can't smoke    And I just bought a sac of Halloween hydro    Never know could go crazy again    Razor blades in the candy bone, just grab in    It's like off Halloween when I get stoned    I release one spirit from the dead to rome    Can't say if I'll ever see them    But the dirt that they do always comes a creeping    So tonight just call me skip    And be thankful I didn't hit that shit    Pass it on dawg       (Chorus)    I wanna get high    I got to get high    If I don't get high    Then I can't get by    But we don't get high on Halloween    Cause bad shits always happening    I wanna hit that blunt!    Man give me that blunt!    Go on and hit that blunt    And quit acting like a punk!    Fuck that!    We ain't getting high today    And maybe all the spirits will just fly away       Shit maybe ya'll ain't getting high    but I'm in this mothafucka CHIEFIN    Happy Halloween ya'll    Hey, we'll see ya'll next year October 31, 2003    Wait, that's this year    Let me hit that mothafucking joint    He's sitting in here right now with a straight bag of Hershey    Reggie's man, Reg    They call him Mr. October Reggie    Mersh if you're over on West Coast    I thought that was coffee grinds    FUCK yea man, and a bottle of Remy    Reggie Lewis Rules!    Happy Halloween ya'll    FAMILY!!!