[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!"