Hunnid spokes on the ****ing hearse ***** I'm cursed Riding around with a can full of gas and a match and a mask Then we stop at the Church Lighting the front of the blunt now I'm burnt Got that work in my trunk Yeah, that's that bump that you heard That ***** boy purred when I popped him in the head Got blood on my shirt Yung Plague is the worst Pulling up on a curb And then snatch me a purse And the ***** carrying it When she ever gonna learn? ***** I’m trying to swerve Something like I got no limbs Flowing with the dirt Middle finger up **** the herd Shut the **** up, ***** Let me blow down on this Indo It's that scarecrow riding solo Blood dripping down my polo It's that dynamite tossing Sleep up in a coffin Jeffrey Dahmer with Alzheimer's Zombies marching right behind us Creeping, creeping with the hatchet All my hoes is ratchet Smoking blunts but ain't no passing Smoking bowls but ain't no packing Middle finger macking, dead bodies keep on stacking Hickory, ****ory, Dock Pulling out my Glock Pull the triggers, bodies drop Like "pop, pop, pop, pop!"
[00:47.84]Hunnid spokes on the ****ing hearse [00:50.13]***** I'm cursed [00:51.30]Riding around with a can full of gas and a match and a mask [00:53.57]Then we stop at the Church [00:55.21]Lighting the front of the blunt now I'm burnt [00:56.65]Got that work in my trunk [00:58.55]Yeah, that's that bump that you heard [01:00.07]That ***** boy purred when I popped him in the head [01:01.95]Got blood on my shirt [01:03.83]Yung Plague is the worst [01:05.60]Pulling up on a curb [01:07.49]And then snatch me a purse [01:09.54]And the ***** carrying it [01:11.68]When she ever gonna learn? [01:13.51]***** I’m trying to swerve [01:14.98]Something like I got no limbs [01:16.42]Flowing with the dirt [01:17.49]Middle finger up [01:19.13]**** the herd [01:20.30]Shut the **** up, ***** [01:21.84]Let me blow down on this Indo [01:23.73]It's that scarecrow riding solo [01:25.61]Blood dripping down my polo [01:27.69]It's that dynamite tossing [01:30.09]Sleep up in a coffin [01:31.62]Jeffrey Dahmer with Alzheimer's [01:33.81]Zombies marching right behind us [01:35.74]Creeping, creeping with the hatchet [01:38.24]All my hoes is ratchet [01:39.77]Smoking blunts but ain't no passing [01:41.70]Smoking bowls but ain't no packing [01:44.16]Middle finger macking, dead bodies keep on stacking [01:48.14]Hickory, ****ory, Dock [01:50.02]Pulling out my Glock [01:51.75]Pull the triggers, bodies drop [01:53.64]Like "pop, pop, pop, pop!"
