She's the type that, cheah

She's the type that always rocking all them haunted clothes

From the thrift store

You don't know where the fuckin' clothes go

Where they been

They probably got a soul of their own what the fuck, damn

She left her jacket, I swear It was talkin'

It said, "don't hurt me."

I swear I was walking down my fuckin' hallway with it 'bout to throw it out in the trash and it screamed "No!"

I was like, "hold up, who is this hoe?"

Called her up, I said, "Yo, come over right away."

She said, "Damn, what's the business?"

She thought I wanted to fuck but she didn't know what I meant

I said shit when she got to the front door

I said "Yo, your fuckin' jacket was talkin'."

She said, "Yeah, it's fuckin' haunted. I should have told you"

Said, "Weird ass bitch, what the fuck are you? A fuckin' witch?"

She was like "Yeah", I was like, "Wow"

Got some water, blessed it, threw it on her face

She was like, "Why the fuck you did that ****? I was just kidding."

I was like, "Damn."