The Trunk

[Intro]
Have you ever been caught in a 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, haha
It's Alla Xul Elu

[Chorus: Billy Obey]
Got a Honda Accord
Put 'em in the trunk, (Hey, hey, hey) put 'em in the trunk
Fit five bodies or more
Put 'em in the trunk, (Hey, hey, hey) put 'em in the trunk
Like oh good Lord only fit four (Hey)
You can bet they get stored in the trunk though (Hey)
When I spit for (Hey) that Head of Horns (Hey)
Ride off in the night when the trunk close
Put 'em in the trunk, put 'em in the trunk

[Verse 1: Billy Obey]
(Billy Obey)
80's 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 lookin'
Body bag wrapped no-notice you'll get put in the trunk
Cou-count on that, math class table
'B-bout to get in them guts, stab that navel
Ri-ride around the city with a shotty and a mask
Joey Black pushing a whip, body in the back
The A-X-E 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
Mind a living hell, let the competition get it
Kill-kill-kill the normal let me see if they can fit in the trunk
Blunt-blunt need a pair of lighters
Billy got 'em in the trunk, spare tire
You see hell when you stare at fire
Prepare ya, your era expires
Who dares to defy, yeah the terror it rides up
You can feel it
I got high and forgot, 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

[Chorus: Billy Obey]
Got a Honda Accord
Put 'em in the trunk, (Hey, hey, hey) put 'em in the trunk
Fit five bodies or more
Put 'em in the trunk, (Hey, hey, hey) put 'em in the trunk
Like oh good Lord only fit four (Hey)
You can bet they get stored in the trunk though (Hey)
When I spit for (Hey) that Head of Horns (Hey)
Ride off in the night when the trunk close
Put 'em in the trunk, put 'em in the trunk

[Verse 2: Joe Black]
(Joe Black)
Here I come, bring the doom in the 80's Honda
Drive drunk, trunk full of my baby mama
Plug-plug once, fast-forward, now the ho dead
Got her skull on the dashboard, road head
Die in this bitch, don't mind a bit
Commit suicide, ghost ride the whip
Body-bodies in the back tag say, "GO ISIS"
Hand-handbags in the dash and no license
Pedal to the metal, full blown in the school zone
Reckless no-no caution or skill
Deliver death, coffin on wheels
Driving on bodies, going off-road for real
Devil driver, Coupe De Ville
Over the hill, collide with old ladies
No mercy in my Mercedes
Drive-driving crazed, no-no Miss Daisy
Out of-out of my mind on a highway to Hades
Make-make the dead jump the fuck right out their clothes
Bass bumps in the trunk and it rattles their bones
Ghost rider on fire would melt my skin
In case they forgot I'ma tell 'em again
Tell 'em again

[Chorus: Billy Obey]
Got a Honda Accord
Put 'em in the trunk, (Hey, hey, hey) put 'em in the trunk
Fit five bodies or more
Put 'em in the trunk, (Hey, hey, hey) put 'em in the trunk
Like oh good Lord only fit four (Hey)
You can bet they get stored in the trunk though (Hey)
When I spit for (Hey) that Head of Horns (Hey)
Ride off in the night when the trunk close
Put 'em in the trunk, put 'em in the trunk

[Verse 3: Dieabolik The Monster]
(Monster)
Get stuffed in the trunk like grocery bags
Had to put 'em in with ease like it owes me that
There ain't nothin' on Earth that'll hold me back
With the chloroform rag and the neck I snap
Middle finger up with the gas that I mash
Everything slidin' back and forth on my dash board
You motherfuckers lucky that I ain't [?] get my knife and get busy
Bet you'll never guess the number of different people that's been with me
Tried to get the body count in the range of two fifty
Pound for pound, we're the best around
With a body in the trunk, trying to exit town
This head of horns has replaced my crown
And all you motherfuckers have to face it now
Creepin' down the block like a Jason sound
With a Madd Maxxx flow, gotta chase 'em down
With the backpacks on with the blood of men
On the blades that I use just to cut 'em with
Now I got 'em in the trunk, next to the sub
With a cut up cunt that I think I love
And the bodies in the trunk like a fuckin' morgue
And we take 'em on tour, bringin' gore and you know I got a Honda Accord

[Chorus: Billy Obey]
Got a Honda Accord
Put 'em in the trunk, (Hey, hey, hey) put 'em in the trunk
Fit five bodies or more
Put 'em in the trunk, (Hey, hey, hey) put 'em in the trunk
Like oh good Lord only fit four (Hey)
You can bet they get stored in the trunk though (Hey)
When I spit for (Hey) that Head of Horns (Hey)
Ride off in the night when the trunk close
Put 'em in the trunk, put 'em in the trunk