Haunted Houses - CHOPPEDNSCORRED
Ghost story sex symbol 2.0 in this bitch
You motherfuckers ain't ready
I don't even know my dad ...I'm fine without you though...
You motherfuckers ain't ready! This dad's cool... 10 out of 10 spookz!
I need some Lucci, Coogi blue cheese
Louie V me in Prada please
Need me a freak, not a tease
All black like I'm in Grease
Walking 'round my side of town like I'm
Death Proof, can't see the feet (defeat)
See deceit when I hit the streets
See these niggas not that discreet
I'm in-out of back alleys
My life's peaks and valleys
My pants way too baggy, I'll stomp a nigga in these Ballys
Arm outta black caddy, hair darker than Shaggy
My aim's not too shabby, heard you been way too chatty
Heard you been talking down on me to my fuckin opps
Better call the motherfucking cops
You gon make me put you in a box
Six feet deep with a lock
Six feet deep with a lock
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
I'm here to haunt your block
Stine with the bumps, night of y'all un-living dummies (what)
Attempting to awaken a motherfucker tell 'em you got this last chance
(One last chance, one last chance)
Before other fam grows concerned and finds that bag
(Not a purse, not a purse)
Blame it on a curse
No wonder lil homie spewed that shit in the first-
Graded by demerits looking back thinking how life wasn't fairest
Yet still wanting to go back because
That's the only time people was caring
Fuck you, Karen (fuck you!)
Roll this dick up and smoke it
Suck me off, pass away and bump this bitch
After Thus drops bit hasty but vindictive predictions
Been saying, shiny with the fist, monkey with the punch
Fuck y'all up with these nunchucks fully
Equipped with Bruce lee action grip (hooah!)
To be a Jedi know levels to this shit, there is (hehehe)
Never miss does he? All we bring is hits!
It's the brand new flavor in your ear
Wishing on a star, all y'all pussies wanna whisper in the ear
I'm the only one stopping me, promiscuous with the career
This the last dance
Skedaddle, hoe, with the prance, go get me that bag
Black Lives Matter, said, as I orchestrated this hash
Done carrying lags, y'all rookie
This designer, man, be careful with that bag...
You motherfuckers ain't ready
I don't even know my dad ...I'm fine without you though...
You motherfuckers ain't ready! This dad's cool... 10 out of 10 spookz!
I need some Lucci, Coogi blue cheese
Louie V me in Prada please
Need me a freak, not a tease
All black like I'm in Grease
Walking 'round my side of town like I'm
Death Proof, can't see the feet (defeat)
See deceit when I hit the streets
See these niggas not that discreet
I'm in-out of back alleys
My life's peaks and valleys
My pants way too baggy, I'll stomp a nigga in these Ballys
Arm outta black caddy, hair darker than Shaggy
My aim's not too shabby, heard you been way too chatty
Heard you been talking down on me to my fuckin opps
Better call the motherfucking cops
You gon make me put you in a box
Six feet deep with a lock
Six feet deep with a lock
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
I'm here to haunt your block
Stine with the bumps, night of y'all un-living dummies (what)
Attempting to awaken a motherfucker tell 'em you got this last chance
(One last chance, one last chance)
Before other fam grows concerned and finds that bag
(Not a purse, not a purse)
Blame it on a curse
No wonder lil homie spewed that shit in the first-
Graded by demerits looking back thinking how life wasn't fairest
Yet still wanting to go back because
That's the only time people was caring
Fuck you, Karen (fuck you!)
Roll this dick up and smoke it
Suck me off, pass away and bump this bitch
After Thus drops bit hasty but vindictive predictions
Been saying, shiny with the fist, monkey with the punch
Fuck y'all up with these nunchucks fully
Equipped with Bruce lee action grip (hooah!)
To be a Jedi know levels to this shit, there is (hehehe)
Never miss does he? All we bring is hits!
It's the brand new flavor in your ear
Wishing on a star, all y'all pussies wanna whisper in the ear
I'm the only one stopping me, promiscuous with the career
This the last dance
Skedaddle, hoe, with the prance, go get me that bag
Black Lives Matter, said, as I orchestrated this hash
Done carrying lags, y'all rookie
This designer, man, be careful with that bag...
Credits
Writer(s): Alfredo Esparza
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