And now the moment you've all been waiting for
[Hook: Ian]
Don't ask me why the body's hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
Psycho k**er, I am crazy
Don't ask me why the body's hacked up in the trunk
(You knooow)
You could be the next one maybe
[Verse 1: Damien]
I black out when I put a punk in a trunk
That's how I f**ed up and got blood on my bumps
Keep him tied up, this chump, I'm bout to catch him
Take a hatchet to his stomach, rip his guts out, then I strech it
Across the alleyway I love d**h in every way
And when they start to decay, I still leave em tied and gay
Yo, my mind is insane, check your name
Claim I ain't poppin thangs with a shirt full of blood stains
Your blood drains off my bumper to the ground
Who'd a thought I'd hit ya point blank with the cannon round
Make sure your body's never found is my objective
Play it like a pimp, when I talk to detectives
My perspective is stick with duct tape
It makes it easier for the c*nt to get raped
Don't make the mistake of lettin the b**h loose
Keep her hog tied with ya daddy's noose
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ian]
Aye yo, black duffel bags, AK's, and grenades
I be k**ing everybody, but you know it ain't a thing
I'll be jackin off in your neices room in the closet
Looking at me crazy, but you know you bout to vomit
Caught your a** slippin, now you're in my kitchen
Cooked up in a pot, sh** so vivid
Don't ask me why the body's hacked up in the trunk
Rollin through your hood, you can smell the body funk
I be chopppin up the people saying that I'm ‘evil'
And drop the body parts at a church or a steeple
You better f**in run, you better f**in run
Gonna run up in your crib, and k** everyone
And if you did me wrong, I'm a k** you slowly
Fingers, toes, nails, blow me
Hackin up the body when I'm playin with the shotty
It excites me when your corpse starts rotting
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mars]
Put your body in the trunk, got f**ed, and I'm dumpin
Fifteen inch in the back, your head slumpin
Man, it's nothin to murder a b**h
Chop the body up in a bag, she ain't sh**
Im tired of sleepin the back on the track for bad s**
Mad insane creep in it for black rags
We got dogs out with dark half, we got a mess
And never hesitate to put a slug in yo a**
I got a crib for cash for all the body's that I'm stackin
Yo b**h up on the block I'm just mackin'
She ain't got my scrill the ho's done
Creep outta the cloud, let's smoke, I'm on one
On three, sh** we finna kick in the door
Out the morgue mothaf**a and I'm k**in that ho
Yeah I put her body with the rest of em
Turning b**hes out and you know I got the best of em
[Hook]