"WHO YA GONNA BE IN THE TRUNK WITH" lyrics

I got da 9 millameta travelin' couple hundred meters
Str8 to ya dome so see ya wouldn't wanna be ya
Ya wouldn't believe me how extremely unimpressed
I am with all ya pests, be my guest throw ya best shots

I got major flavor wanna wager against me
Got plenty of ways to leave ya empty
I'm electric, like volts out of a taser
Got ya hallucinatin' and seein' red lasers

My macro explode the way that I attack flows
I'm like a hacker enter the system from the back door
My cash flow go nuts, just like a bolt action
Gimme the new Aston Martin wit some toll tags and

I gotta a recipe 4 disaster that's formulated from a scientist who work at Nasa
In every aspect I'm faster the mystic forecaster
Creeping up on ya like some heart disease please don't tempt me to

Load da gun clips, you better run quick
I'm tongue slick persuade you to do some dumb shit
I'm dumb pissed, brain is doing front flips
The question is who ya gonna be in da trunk with?

Load da gun clips, you better run quick
I'm tongue slick persuade you to do some dumb shit
I'm dumb pissed, brain is doing front flips
The question is who ya gonna be in da trunk with?