The Trunk - Alla Xul Elu

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