Lyrics Father Death 2: Phonky Town Horror - Shade Apollo

Ghostface how I make 'em Scream
At your door, not Halloween
Ring, ring, ring, no trick-or-treat
I'm here to leave you all deceased

ROOSEVELT on the fuckin beat
No rest for the wicked so we never sleep
Quick to make 'em RIP
When I rise from my tomb, they drop 6 feet
You phonk mothafuckas love copying
Not me, I control-alt-delete
Dead you quick if you start with me
Only time I flee, when I'm off the scene
Fun World mask with the scythe on me
Hack and slash 'fore I watch you bleed
Do the dash soon as your soul leaves
These rappers acting hella green
In my DM's talking tough to me
Till I pull up where they fuckin be
Then it's like I made 'em bump Carti
Put a whole lotta red on their phone screen

Pull up like I'm Ghostface, I got the mask on me
At ya fuckin door, no this ain't no Halloween
Ring, ring, ring, I ain't here to trick-or-treat
Blade equipped, let it rip, and then it leave you all deceased

Wraith out the grave
Better brace for dismay
Leave ya cold as the case when I leave no trace
Met your fate to the blade
Life drain from ya face
Then I'm phasing away till my dying days
I'm making a killing, it's filling the void
Instilling the fear into you and your boys
Your life erased, me hoy minoy
The feelings fulfilling so maybe avoid
Beef with me 'cause this IRL, no DBD
Once it's gg
There is no respawn
Step to me, then he gone
Iridescent, he bronze
Turn your surname Doe and now your first name, it be John

Pull up like I'm Ghostface, I got the mask on me
At ya fuckin door, no this ain't no Halloween
Ring, ring, ring, I ain't here to trick-or-treat
Blade equipped, let it rip, and then it leave you all deceased

Ghostface how I make 'em Scream
At your door, not Halloween
Ring, ring, ring, no trick-or-treat
I'm here to leave you all deceased

Pull up like I'm Ghostface, I got the mask on me
At ya fuckin door, no this ain't no Halloween
Ring, ring, ring, I ain't here to trick-or-treat
Blade equipped, let it rip, and then it leave you all deceased