Booby Traps
I got a few tricks up my sleeve booby traps to snag ya
I spend all day pondering trip-lines in my track suit
And my snake pit how to has a few thousand views on YouTube
And I got a Punji stick pit lined with sharpened sticks and bamboo
Don't try this at home kids pull the pins on your drawbridge
Got you foiled with smokescreens lasers and oil slicks
Silent rear alarm tripped activate some spike strips
I'm on some spy hunter metal gear solid type spy shit
I got my devices set and fixed before you even fix breakfast
Got my home all rigged and prepped for a wet bandit entrance
Paint can pendulums I've iced down the stairs
Got a pellet gun in the front room and a Conibear snare
No thirst traps are what my pass as a pest of a tempest
I spent years with clenched teeth down in them trenches
Mixing cement and installing barbed wire fences
And fortifying our defenses and peering through binocular lenses
Booby traps yeah I'm trapping that ass
Stash to protect gotta protect the stash
Booby traps yeah I'm trapping that ass
Stash to protect man gotta protect the stash
Got a go pro on my row boat trail cam on my quicksand
Damn I caught a hunter and a barefoot foraging thin man
On the north side I got trip lines connected to tin cans
And even my male dude Stan knows not to step on my land
My wooden bridges and structures probably have too many trap doors
Take a look around even Ewoks are in awe of my tree fort
I'm just a ghost in the wind just mirrors and smoke
When you think you're all alone man I'll tell you a joke
Let me whisper you a riddle and we'll see what you know
About the devil and a dance under a pale moon on skid row
I'm ascending up skyscrapers with suction cup extremities
I'm something from a bond flick like Roger Moore in the 70s
I'm repelling down roofs cutting holes in your windows
Climbing through your duct vents man I'm silent and nimble
Avoiding lasers like I beat Catherine Zeta Jones at Limbo
And up above your city they're flashing my Bat symbol
Booby traps yeah I'm trapping that ass
Stash to protect gotta protect the stash
Booby traps yeah I'm trapping that ass
Stash to protect gotta protect the stash
I spend all day pondering trip-lines in my track suit
And my snake pit how to has a few thousand views on YouTube
And I got a Punji stick pit lined with sharpened sticks and bamboo
Don't try this at home kids pull the pins on your drawbridge
Got you foiled with smokescreens lasers and oil slicks
Silent rear alarm tripped activate some spike strips
I'm on some spy hunter metal gear solid type spy shit
I got my devices set and fixed before you even fix breakfast
Got my home all rigged and prepped for a wet bandit entrance
Paint can pendulums I've iced down the stairs
Got a pellet gun in the front room and a Conibear snare
No thirst traps are what my pass as a pest of a tempest
I spent years with clenched teeth down in them trenches
Mixing cement and installing barbed wire fences
And fortifying our defenses and peering through binocular lenses
Booby traps yeah I'm trapping that ass
Stash to protect gotta protect the stash
Booby traps yeah I'm trapping that ass
Stash to protect man gotta protect the stash
Got a go pro on my row boat trail cam on my quicksand
Damn I caught a hunter and a barefoot foraging thin man
On the north side I got trip lines connected to tin cans
And even my male dude Stan knows not to step on my land
My wooden bridges and structures probably have too many trap doors
Take a look around even Ewoks are in awe of my tree fort
I'm just a ghost in the wind just mirrors and smoke
When you think you're all alone man I'll tell you a joke
Let me whisper you a riddle and we'll see what you know
About the devil and a dance under a pale moon on skid row
I'm ascending up skyscrapers with suction cup extremities
I'm something from a bond flick like Roger Moore in the 70s
I'm repelling down roofs cutting holes in your windows
Climbing through your duct vents man I'm silent and nimble
Avoiding lasers like I beat Catherine Zeta Jones at Limbo
And up above your city they're flashing my Bat symbol
Booby traps yeah I'm trapping that ass
Stash to protect gotta protect the stash
Booby traps yeah I'm trapping that ass
Stash to protect gotta protect the stash
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Writer(s): Adam Wigger
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