| Who’s the wildman now?
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| I’m Rudy Ruettiger I’ll put you on ya back
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| And now the doctor gotta suture
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| Yeah, I’m loaded but won’t shoot at ya
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| Got a razor in my boot for ya
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| I throw them bows like Luda (uh)
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| We pull up, change the temperature
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| Real motherfucker, you just loyal
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| I put you on, embrace you as a brother
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| You’d be spoiled
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| Every song a coil in my mind’s turmoil
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| When they put me in the soil, I’mma make the coffin boil
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| Floorboards creakin'
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| You in your room sleepin'
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| Deadboys silent
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| We lurkin', we creepin'
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| Now back up on ya head, bitch
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| Hit a sweep like the feds bitch
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| Four double eight four three, motherfuck glory
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| I do this shit so when I die again, nobody mourn me
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| Too cashed, I’m soaring
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| All year you tourin'
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| Your label needs money and your family needs supportin'
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| It’s Mr. Backroad look I only conversate on burners
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| White fire make you burn
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| Chains drag I know you heard us, bitch
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| Stop, drop, lean with it rock
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| Snappin' like Dem Franchize Boyz on the block
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| Always in search of a brighter day
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| Shoot up the roof and ride away
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| They said it couldn’t be done
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| But best believe Bones will find a way
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| Best believe Bones will find a way
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| They said it couldn’t be done
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| But best believe Bones will find a way |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 48843 , by - BONES. Song from the album KickingTheBucket, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп