| Back with the skeleton raps
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| Took a trip back home, went to Hell and then back
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| Head down, I don’t know where I’m at
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| Probably at the cemetery taking dope to the head
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| Fifty blunts to the neck, with the team that’s SESH
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| I killed the scene with every breath that I got in my chest
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| Chemicals drippin' down my ribcage, sippin
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| Straight from the flask, don’t ask where I’m steppin'
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| Poppin' out the grave (Grave), dead boy reppin' (Reppin')
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| Remember when we used to crack pipes for the resin? |
| (Resin)
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| Step up and I’m wreckin' (Wreckin'), grippin' on a weapon
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| It’s the mac named BONES kicking legendary records
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| Thought that for a second I’m stressin', I’m just ventin' (Ventin')
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| My ideal day will be the day the earth’s endin' (Endin')
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| I see through the character you playin', you pretendin' (What?)
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| I take you out the game, now you warmin' up the benches, bitch
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| The underground Dondada
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| Rock the Carhartt, but they still rock Prada
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| Dropped the bomb off and pressed the red button
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| Got 'em like blunts, I light 'em and I summon
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| The skeletal army, bring the back up for me
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| Every time you drop, you flop, it’s too funny
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| Turn your back on the only ones who love ya
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| Your numbers declined and so did your money
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| That’s all you care about because that’s all you ever wanted
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| Tried to do your own thing, couldn’t swim, now you’re drowning, bitch
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| But I could never care about it
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| My lips are sealed, there ain’t nothin' I can say about it
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| I ain’t finna play about it, baby come and see me 'bout it
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| Try to fuck me over, now nobody wanna be around you
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| SESH, SESH
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| Yeah |