A booby trap is a device or setup that is intended to kill, harm or surprise a person, unknowingly triggered by the presence or actions of the victim. As the word trap implies, they sometimes have some form of bait designed to lure the victim towards it. At other times, the trap is set to act upon trespassers that violate personal or restricted areas. The device can be triggered when the victim performs some type of everyday action e.g. opening a door, picking something up or switching something on. They can also be triggered by vehicles driving along a road as in the case of improvised explosive devices (IED's).
Booby traps should not be confused with mantraps which are designed to catch a person. Lethal booby traps are often used in warfare, particularly guerrilla warfare, and traps designed to cause injury or pain are also sometimes used by criminals wanting to protect drugs or other illicit property, and by some owners of legal property who wish to protect it from theft. Booby traps which merely cause discomfort or embarrassment are a popular form of practical joke.
A booby trap is an antipersonnel device disguised as a harmless object.
Booby Trap may also refer to:
"Booby Trap" is the sixth episode of the third season of the syndicated science fiction television series Star Trek: The Next Generation, the 54th episode overall, first broadcast on October 30, 1989.
In this episode, the Enterprise discovers a derelict centuries-old alien battlecruiser and becomes trapped along with it.
While the Federation starship Enterprise, under the command of Captain Jean-Luc Picard, investigates the asteroid-laden sector of space of the final battle between the Menthars and the Promellians, it receives a distress call from a Promellian battlecruiser: Captain Picard directs the ship to investigate. They find the battlecruiser adrift but intact, and Picard, anxious to see the ship for himself, joins the away team as they transport over. They find all the crew long dead at their posts, while a recording by their captain suggests the ship was caught in a Menthar trap. With their investigation complete, the away team returns to the Enterprise to continue on, when they begin to suffer a series of power losses that prevent the use of either impulse or warp drive, and are bombarded by radiation against which their shields cannot provide protection. Picard orders Chief Engineer La Forge to find a way to restore power while a second away team searches for more clues on the Promellian vessel. They discover that the Menthars had previously used aceton assimilators to absorb an enemy ship's energy and redirect it back as hazardous radiation, and that the Enterprise is stuck in the same trap.
Hahaha, Digi, yo, yo
When I was young, I slept with a battery on my tongue
So when I spit, the impact with the sting of a stun gun
At full blast, rock your cradle, fatal razorblades graze you
Split you open, stitch you back wit a staple
I'm football head, I put your head
Into a brook, all four, your momma wouldn't look at ya'll
Gold from the Panama canal, Alabama gam'
Got me laid up, on my nuts like kapow
B-O-B-Boy's fast as Bruce Leroy
Meet the rap Galactus, blow planets off his axis
My glock is plastic, my dick *sniff* is magic
Stretch up the Power U like Mr. Fantastic
Stop, it's a booby trap
Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack?
Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap
Yo, when it comes to this mic device, you get ate
Like the gingerbread man try'nna cross the lake
Or the Winchester, call my white son, Lester Poindexter
Tell 'em bring back the black mack, strapped with two extra
Clips, where's the natural, words inside the apple
Pot holes in the street, it cracks the Jeep axle
Shrivel your heart to a raisin, shorty star gazing
Yeah, he got steeper than dunce, once he start blazing blunts
Beef, and get drown in Hunt's
Your flame get toast, your best bet to punt
I lounge like a hungry jaguar, into agua
Trying to catch a fish that multiply like the magua
Pocket fat be Jabba the Hutt, Clan gallops up
Feel the Force of my steel, but you can't count the caliber
Digi, Digi, Digi, all inside your city
Microphone on the roam, like Capone and Frank Nitty
I don't got a taste for blood or flesh skin
My mind, like Professor X from the X-Men
One line, cause MC's to write their albums down
Devils only come amongst you, if you allow them now
Do to trading, they infiltrate with persuasion
That desire to rob and steel and make slaves of all
Living luxury, destructively, conductively
Improper nature, privately and publicly
Man so stupid when confronted by something he don't
Understand, he shoot it, the whole world's polluted
My earth gave birth to a universal, change us
Scribes reflect the child born in the Bethlehem manger
Devils try to steal me of my intellect, rob me of my culture
Like they white washing sculptures
Like they snatching down my posters