Lyrics

Michael Myers:
Yo, Ghostface, you ain’t scaring me, you soft like a pillow,
I’m the king of the shadows, you’re just a joke in a mask so shallow.
I move in silence, lurking with a knife that’s cold,
You scream and run, while I’m steady takin’ souls.

You call yourself a killer, but you ain’t got the skill,
Lookin’ like a wannabe, just a clown with a thrill.
I stalk in the dark, while you scream for attention,
Your fake-ass mask got no depth, no dimension.

Ghostface:
Hold up, Michael, slow down, you’re a lumbering mess,
You barely even run, and your moves are just stress.
You’re the silent type, but your mask’s got no charm,
I keep ’em on their toes, watch me cause alarm.

I’m the voice on the phone, I make ‘em sweat and fear,
While you’re stuck in your house, never changin’ your gear.
You can’t even talk, all you do is stare,
Meanwhile, I’m snatching lives out of thin air!

Michael Myers:
Talk about air, you’re just another scream on the line,
A little whiny ghost, now let me show you real crime.
You can’t even run, you trip and you fall,
I cut through a room like I’m breaking down walls.

You hide behind phones and all those petty tricks,
But when it comes to the grind, I bring those killer picks.
You ain’t got my patience, you ain’t got my might,
When I’m around, you’re just another fright in the night.

Ghostface:
You think you’re a legend, but you’re stuck in the past,
I’m modern, I’m slick, while your style’s just outclassed.
Your mask is ugly, you got no flair,
I got ‘em all shook, you don’t even care.

You’re a walking corpse, no personality,
I’m the one who makes ‘em jump, brinin’ brutality.
So yeah, you slice, but you ain’t got no brains,
You move like a statue, while I’m runnin’ the game!

Michael Myers:
Brutality? You talk big, but you’re just a sad act,
Your horror’s all fake—ain’t no depth, that’s a fact.
I’m the shape, the one they can never escape,
You? A joke with a knife, that’s the last mistake.

You say you’re “modern,”