Candy Corn

As we approached the haunted shack, i noticed a creature with a furry back.

He drank a glass of Full Moonshine, the wolf man thinks its soo devine.

I pushed my way into the front where i noticed Frankenstein smoking a blunt

Mary Shelly must be a liar, cuz you know that monster was hitting that fire.

I crept across the blood stained floor, unaware of what’s in store

Dracula, spike in his vein. A, B, O, its all the same

Witches watch the vampire shoot, but they prefer the eye of newt

But smashing hags is only trouble

Cuz fire burns and culdrons bubble

JASON! FREEBASSIN’! ALL YOUR DRINKS HE’S LACING!

YOU’RE SPACING, HE’S CHASING, HEARTS ARE SURELY RACING! X2

Hob goblins spinnin jams till dawn, droppin all them pumpkin bombs

10% goes to mike myers for passing out all them fliers

The demon girl clings to a cross while the exorcist is rippin some NOS

Seems the party wont be stoppin, that candy corn it keeps on droppin.