Eerie winds blow, shadows gnaw at the seam. Feliz Halloween, 31st reborn nightmare dream.
Moon like a rusted coin, streets cough up steam. We walk the block loud, we the scream in the scheme.
Ruan, Jason, Mass, Iron Stare, I'm the plague in your block. Streets cough up shadows when my leg work not.
TikTok mask, cold as gray steel, cleaves the night in halves. I walk with unlimited force, bankroll of
ghastly crafts. Hedgehogs spine like shrapnel, spikes bite the skyline. I flip the script on
these clowns, make their nightmares mine. Legwork knock, alley cats scatter, candy gone stale.
Sirens whisper lullabies, tell the moon a rusted tale. I'm the strongest in the cypher, no glitch in
my code. Steady with the fist of legend, sidewalk Ode to the Cold. Blocks pulse like a gray drum,
bass thumps through the seam. I'm the echo that the night calls when it's thirsty for dreams.
30, we own the night. 30 on the night. 31st in bloodless sheen. We own the night.
Halloween, we own the night. We walk the block. 33, scream in the scheme. On the night.
Philly's Halloween at 31st takes breath. We cut through the hush where the city meets death.
Philly's Halloween moon hangs like a coin of rust. We rain the pumpkins,
rot and the shadows convulse. Mask on, cleave a stick, curbside sermons in static. I feed fear
to the gutters. Smooth, systematic, power unlimited. Spine wired to thunder. I move like a plague,
train rolling, watch glass shudder. Concrete altar, I baptize blocks in night milk. Boots sink
in frost, grip tight like guilt. Candy wrappers like confetti, children sleep on edge. My cadence
splits the fog called hollows and ledge. Chasing on my back, but the hedgehog goes to grave. I
stack my name in rust, leave echoes that enslave. Call me Amy Rose, pink fury with a nightmare grin.
Freddy Glove, nah. I got pico pico swing. Hammer hits, pico pico. Timber on bone, a lullaby crack.
That metallic laugh, sleepwalker snap back. Rhymes tap the plywood rhythm like a heartbeat knock.
Pico pico hammers floors, wakes up the clock. Legacy in my palm, pass down like moonlight scars.
Daughter's lullaby built from my battle bars. I hustle velvet menace, candy cane scars. On my
verse, Freddy slashes dreams. I hammer curses into the hearse. I'm Rihanna Rose, hyphen of thunder and
bloom. Born with a shadow grin, I glow in the gloom. Mama swings the hammer, I ride the echo's tail.
We three syllable vultures singing street line well.
Pico pico swing.
Felly's Halloween, the 31st takes breath. We cut through the hush where the city meets death.
Felly's Halloween moon hangs like a coin of rust. We reign the pumpkins rot and the shadows don't rain.
I lace the alley with teeth, mate steel, bite the skyline raw. Legends bleeding static, I'm the law
without a law. Jason mask, heart of iron, hedgehog spine on throttle. I press the block like winner,
make the night full of bottles. Amy at my flank, hammer sings, wood splits the hush. Rihanna in the
rear, little thunder struck rush. We own the block, gory of the mind, but mild to the bone. We craft
folklore and alleyways that cobblestones this throne. This is Felly's Halloween, not a holiday
We walk the 31st, heavy neighborhood burning.
Felly's Halloween, 31st memory. We are Jason face, hedgehog grace. Unlimited force, we the storm.
Pico pico, swing the future, mark the night. We the lineage, rose of blood, shadow flood.
