Trap house, black out.
I aint one to tag out.
Cookies like a bakery,
You can call me girl scout.

Roll up on your spot,
Now im askin what this shit about.
Invest in my comodities,
Im gaurenteed, no doubt.

Bandana round my face,
My identity is hidden doe.
Never pullin punches, so
Check my forbidden flow.

Pimpin hos, rollin dro,
Syrup keep you movin slow.
Cold hearted like im ten below,
Slasher, look at my carnage, woah.

Zombie mobbin, wit the cid,
An the shrooms on deck kid.
Only burn the best,
Aint fuckin with the stress or mids.

Grow the clones, UV light.
Hydroponic widdow white.
Paper planes im catchin flights.
These trees got bark and pack a bite.

WHATUP LAG, that my salute,
But you knew that, the point is moot.
Regardless you statement astute.
Does not compute, will not dispute

Spitting rhymes, im in the booth.
No truth, ok but me the youth.
Homerunner, call me Babe Ruth.
Or assassin John Wilkes Booth.

We in that motha fuckin zombie trap house.
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Residue white, fuckin choke ‘em out.
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We in that motha fuckin zombie trap house.
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Fat dub baggies, fuckin choke ‘em out.

We in that motha fuckin zombie trap house.
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Strapped with heaters, cookin glass, ‘bout to black out.
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We in that motha fuckin zombie trap house.
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Poppin beans, flippin scripts, ‘bout to black out.
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Trap bumpin crazy,
many clientel.
Coke heads, dope fiends,
make tha sale.

Homie in jail, and cant make bail.
Caught with white and little scale.
I send him mail, an then curse hell. (hail)
But I don’t leave a paper trail.

Inhale, exhale, an blow my sail.
Like im at huntin for my white whale.
Fiendin fo brains, I don’t mean head,
Carnivorious, the walkin dead.

Machette, chainsaw, shotgun,
Residnet Evil, pop one.
The bite infects, now you are wreaked,
Reborn mindles s not gods son.

Virus wreaking havoc, mane.
My zombies speakin traffic, mane.
Trap house movin Virus-T
Apocolypse bringin greed.

So why you green with envy?
You gangreen from injury?
Yo, get the fuck away from me,
Im clean and stayin pretty.

Aint no way you will get me.
Antidote cut with antifreeze.
So keepin fresh with major ease.
This paper addicted to me.

Martial law done made it worse.
Religion claims this is a curse.
Though I’ll still go an lay a verse,
While my partner lays in a herse.

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Breakin down the dro,
Roll it up in the optimo.
Faded homie movin real slow.
Whatup my-Doe.

Blow it out ghost it.
Aint claimin that I flow sick.
But im still on my grind,
Because I got to make profit.

My moms is worried bout my status,
Cause im always fucked up.
My dads is disapointed with me,
Cause im stayin fucked up.

My doctor says I’ve had enough,
But I aint even fuckin started.
Greg says I should give it up,
Before I become retarted.

There aint no one who could help.
Because this man is an island.
Whats the point of livin,
When you aint scared of dyin?

Yes, these are tears that im cryin.
So there is no denying.
I am in a bad place,
Where the monsters wait hiding.

I stood, the priest he said to me
My soul aint worth savin.
God would rather put me to the pavement,
ignore the prays sent..

I been lookin for safe haven,
as far back as I remember.
The ember, of my spark fire
wont die, return to sender.

[chorus]