Lyrics PeterSteele - BONES

PeterSteele

What?\nBack home in the grave\nWhip a — Whip a Hearse\nWith the — with the\nWoodgrain\nIce cold nights\nMatch the white gold chain\nMy brain is a burden\nAnd my mind is a maze\nLean wit it, rock wit it\nDash got a Glock in it\nMick Foley, pimpin'\nTell the bitch to put a sock in it\nI ain’t on the block wit it\nI’m under the rocks wit it\nTombstone boy\nPinky ring got diamond rocks in it\nGlisten\nGive a fuck if you listen\nMike Klebold\nPistol 9 millie\nGo the distance\nBONES too consistent\nBones why you tripping\nI ain’t\nTo delete ya out existence\nSitting in the shadow, my battle is on the inside\nMe against myself, I’m willing to bet that it won’t end right\nWhat happened to that boy?\nBitch I’m stunting like my daddy glitching like some white noise\nYoung Peter Steele, dye it black, number one\nNother hunnid tapes, after that I’ll be done\nYou be in the club throwing up a lotta ones\nI be in the mausoleum chilling, body numb\nSkeletons in the backseat, weapons out the sunroof\nBitch I go retarded, squeeze the trigger like «What this gun do?»\nYou tell her to come through, I tell her to bounce out\nI’m just tryna smoke and jump in the tub like it’s house