| What
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| Bones
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| SESH
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| Titanium pressed against your cranium
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| Deadboys decaying just to end up slaying 'em
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| Bitch no we do not know your songs, we never playing 'em
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| Boy your chain is not what you think, that shit uranium
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| Chain in the grave and I’m switchblade glazing
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| I’m undertow to them, aggressive there’s no saving them
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| I went on vacation and I came back with more than
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| I have ever seen in my life, that’s one tour shit
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| Whole game flawed, but SESH flawless
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| So let the whole game lie, while SESH honest
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| Tell me why everyone long to be the same
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| Look, sound, act, everyday every way
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| I cannot relate to the shit that’s popping
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| The words that they speak says nothing about me
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| Playing with the nines, lose you eye like Ralphie
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| You and yours will starve running round for that clout shit
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| I don’t go out bitch Bones, stay in (in)
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| Dwelling in the dark till the new moon begin (begin)
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| Razor on my palm, let me show you the precision (phew)
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| Since the beginning been kicking it, now my neck is a river
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| What |