| Droppin' down hoppin' out straight out the casket
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| Pop lock and drop ya like Huey done asked me
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| Mud on my corpse if you crazy I’m bat shit
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| Bones be the one the game hate with a passion
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| When did it start, I think I know
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| The second I chose to come out of my tomb
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| Everyone gather and hold hands and let out a big «fuck you Bones»
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| On two one two
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| Coming through
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| Your crew look like too wong foo
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| Give a fuck about your loot
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| Motherfucker gimme truth
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| And if you all out of the latter I’mma have to take the first
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| Try to bop me for my spot
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| Hold up, someone get this boy a hearse
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| I’m taking the long way home tonight
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| I just need some space, I don’t wanna live today
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| Ran into the crow of the after life
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| He opened up his beak whispered, «Bones, please come with me»
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| Dead boy, what big eyes you have
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| The better to see you with
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| With hands of the witch cursed with one grip
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| I will rise from the fire
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| Finna blow away with the breeze
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| Reporting live from the core
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| Making it hard to breathe |