Blubs

They said it depends on you fathers blood
And your mothers faith and believe 
But it most depends on your behavior 
Have you been bad?

The blubs don’t just rise up for nothing 
They burst through the surface for something 
Something beyond rot
Not just your gut

You’ve chewed on the heart of kind
You’ve floated in the blood pool of the meek
You’ve stepped on the pride of the just
And you’ve brainwashed the weak

Now you’re oozing the flavors they craze
You are flatten to the right size
The blubs dance round cos your wickedness is prized 
And with your flesh what they’d do you’d be amazed 

For This Halloween evil comes for evil
The blubs are bore of innocent blood
And thirst for that from the wicked brotherhood 
Since the neighborhood of the demonism prevail 

So don’t just be good for Mama
Don’t just be good for Santa
You’d remember the blubs and do what you oughta 
If you don’t for sure you are a goner.