The Trunk

Have you ever been caught in an inconvenient spot during a human body disposal
Do you like dead shit?
Well meet us in the parking lot after the show and we’ll probably fucking kill
you
It’s Alla Xul Elu
Got a Honda Accord
Put em' in the trunk
Put em' in the trunk
Fit five bodies or more
Put em' in the trunk
Put em' in the trunk like Oh Good Lord only fit four
You can bet they get stored in the trunk though
When I spit for that head of horns
Ride off in the night when the trunk close
Put em' in the trunk
Put em' in the trunk
80 slasher these lady rappers ain’t a factor (not at all)
Paint disaster this ain’t the pastor ain’t rock with this obnoxious spit the
apocalypse ain’t far behind us
Your bars remind us that you are vaginas
In the woods like I know you see me looking
Body bag wrapped know you should get put in the trunk
Count on that math class cable
Bout to get in them guts stab that navel
I ride around the city with a shorty in a mask, Joey Black
Pushing a whip body in the back
The AXE stay odd thats a fact (ha ha)
Gat played God in a scrap (ha ha)
Get popped like you caught shoplifting (ha ha)
Better pray we ain’t stop and pay a visit
Nine evelen hell let the competition get it (huh)
Kill the normal let me see if they can fit in the trunk
Blunt need a pair of lighters
Billy got them in the trunk, spare tire
You see hell when you stare at fire prepare ya, your era expires
Who dares see the fire, terror it rides up you can feel it
I got higher for God had to stop for gas
Trunk smells like hash and body bags
Dressed in all black Johnny Cash in a broke ass Pontiac I mean Honda (that)
In hell I’m in just to clarify I’ma tell em' again
I got a Honda Accord
Put em' in the trunk
Put em' in the trunk
Fit five bodies or more
Put em' in the trunk
Put em' in the trunk like Oh Good Lord only fit four
You can bet they get stored in the trunk though
When I spit for that head of horns
Ride off in the night when the trunk close
Put em' in the trunk (Yo, Black)
Put em' in the trunk
If I come bring the doom in the 80's Honda
Drive drunk, trunk full of my baby momma
Plug one, spaz four, now the hoe dead
Got her skull on the dashboard (road head)
Die in this bitch don’t mind a bit
Commit suicide ghost ride the whip
Bodies in the back tag say (No Isis)
Handbags in the dash say (No license)
Pedal the metal full blown in the School Zone reckless
No caution in skill
Deliver death coughing the wheels
Driving on bodies going off road for real
Devil driver Coupe De Ville
Over the hill be lying with old ladies
No mercy in my Mercedes
Drive it crazy, no Miss Daisy
Out of my mind on a highway to Hades
Make the dead jump the fuck right out their clothes
Bass bumps in the trunk and it rattle her bones
Ghost ride around fire without my skin
In case they forgot I’ma tell them again
Tell them again
I got a Honda Accord
Put em' in the trunk
Put em' in the trunk
Fit five bodies or more
Put em' in the trunk
Put em' in the trunk like Oh Good Lord only fit four
You can bet they get stored in the trunk though
When I spit for that head of horns
Ride off in the night when the trunk close
Put em' in the trunk
Put em' in the trunk