oh we gonna rhyme huh is that how it is

ok ok
its the season of fall, oranges got thrall
spooky scary skeletons, cobwebs in the attic
rattling my bones, making me eclectic
maybe this is just halloween, but the call makes my soul electric
add in the smoke, make it a little mystique
add in the spice, magistrals antique
chills stoked, all curiosity piqued
its the wind, carrying the whims you seeked
-all year round, craving the sound
of dry leaves crunchin, leaving you crushin
-all the ground, and then you step on the creek
walk up the hill, cause you gotta get to the peak
theres a haunted manor, just gotta get a peek
and when youre fussin, planks voicing a creak
this may be puzzling, but its all prank unique
a story in your head at night, with temperature magnifique
as you move into the grove, vultures lookin big
not a place for cloves, no anaesthetic
diving in headfirst, going to the aesthetic
maybe you thirst for some cider
but oops its all spiders

maybe you remember autumn for some crap like its tea
vibes, spices, parks, things with your friends
and in no way am i saying thats not fine
its just not for me
i dont yearn for pumpkin vines
still searching solely for scares supported by signs
and i guess theres a cold all too pleasant
but when i think of it, its not all that bonanza
if youre more knowledgeable, theres lots to say in stanza
i guess i like the colors
yellow, orange and red
and all the fellows that are strange and gingerly fed
with pies, soups, stews, and what else unsaid
yes i rhymed that one word, take a gander
i hope eminems proud
ive been piling up lines like leaves just for banter
take your turn holding the fall
its allowed, spin the platter the way you saught