| The B, the O, the N, the E, the S
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| Zero flesh, SESH on my crest
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| The king of the dead
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| Makin' a mess, I got ya pressed
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| I gotcha wrecked
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| Your mama wept, I heard your shit, I wasn’t impressed
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| Come meet your maker, The Undertaker
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| I bury the game, make a stain
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| My mind is clickin', it’s time to bang
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| I leave your residence covered in brains
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| I took your life now your death is in vain
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| Go to sleep, blood on your sheets, now crank the heat
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| My neck on freeze, we sucka free
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| You talkin' shit but duckin' me
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| Why can’t you see you’ll never defeat the one that’s I
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| It’s suicide steppin' up to me so long bye-bye
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| I grip the knife, I twist it twice
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| I watch your blood all over my hands
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| I want to feel how warm it gets when it meets the air
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| No one compares, I got you scared
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| You heard a creak, you hit the lights but no one’s there
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| Let the murder commence, I disappear into thin air
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| Always talking shit until I break into your fuckin' door
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| Blood spilled kill a hoe if you tryna fuck with BONES
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| Always talking shit until I break into your fuckin' door
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| Blood spilled kill a hoe if you tryna fuck with BONES |