Intro: D-Mon, thangs
Got my car back, fueled up…

Verse 1: Got my car back, fueled up
Check the trunk, filled up
Cuz that rear end has a mountain inside
Of crazy items that built up
There’s wall wreaths and a lot of change
Old stipens and yards of string
And it sure does wreak think the fish’s to blame
A trashy scene, I need to clean
It’s all mixed up like Jelly Beans
Throw out those old smelly jeans
I’m scared to death, like Halloween
I just found some meth, in tangerines
It overflows, like Archie’s tub
Trunk full of junk, don’t need that junk
I’m fillin’ bins with lots of trash
What’s that I’m smellin’, a dead skunk
Caked up, grimed out
This trunk’s gross, makes me wanna shout
Throw up, grossed out
I kept on stockin’ in my auto’s back
I didn’t know it, but there was crack
Don’t know how I found myself on this track
Searched high, searched low
To my shock, found Bernie Mac!

Chorus: You don’t know how much is really stuffed in this car
Stuffed in this car are things that aren’t needed
You don’t know how much is really stuffed in this car
Stuffed in this car are things that start to wreak
Like sumthin’ is dead, could be the severed head
That is stinkin’ up my trunk greatly, just fills me with dread
And no tellin’ what is waiting, there’s no use anticipating
Just throw on that mask whenever I need me some hazard pay
From this junk in my trunk (Oh no!)
I hate this junk in my trunk (this junk)
Got too much junk in my trunk (some junk)
Trunk, trunk… (Stanks!)

Verse 2: It’s been cleaned out, cleaned up
No more, green stuff
Stays clean, awhile
What stinks? Mean stuff
Grab my key when I’ve had enough
I never thought, I’d be this tough
Same trunk, was clear
Different day, junk’s here
Every time I close my car trunk
It’s magical, junk reappears
And every time, opened up
The sight of junk brings me tears
Can’t stop it, can’t fight
The junk comes back, every night
A cat and fiddle, 12oz Sprite
But only when I close that trunk tight
Only if I lose my sight line
Think there’s a rift in the timeline
Maybe that’s junk generation
Maybe it’s how the junk sublimes
My trunk’s junk’s vacation
Hopeless baby, I’m whipped right
I hate I’m cleaning this sensation
Think I’ll invest those wet wipes!

Chorus: You don’t know how much is really stuffed in this car
Stuffed in this car are things that aren’t needed
You don’t know how much is really stuffed in this car
Stuffed in this car are things that start to wreak
Like sumthin’ is dead, could be the severed head
That is stinkin’ up my trunk greatly, just fills me with dread
And no tellin’ what is waiting, there’s no use anticipating
Just throw on that mask whenever I need me some hazard pay
From this junk in my trunk…

Outro: D-Mon (oh no…)
I got that junk in my trunk
This magic junk in my trunk
Trunk, trunk, trunk…
Got my car back, filled up
Filled up, I said filled up
Filled up, got my car back it filled up!
Filled up, filled up
Gross! Ick!