| Who is it? |
| Dr. Jekyl or Mr. Bones?
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| Come quick cuz I’m still, I’m chillin' at they fuckin' door
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| But wait a minute, could you unlock the door?
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| You’re in my jam
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| 'Cause I can do it man, I know I can
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| But is it me or Mr. Bones rappin'?
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| Tombstone tappin'
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| Voices laughin'
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| When we castin'
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| Many spells or many hexes, you can’t even tell
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| So go and help 'fore your brain swells
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| Part of being a sick man is tryin' to keep my sanity
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| Label my tapes explicitely because of the profanity
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| But wait a minute, I’m the fuckin' killa
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| I’ll hang yo' ass up like Michael Myers in the cellar
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| A dweller
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| I’m on the display, it’s sad but true
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| But, uh… fuck you
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| 'Cause I ain’t got shit to prove
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| All my friends say I’m a cool young man
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| All my friends say I’m a cool young man
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| Verse 2, I’m still psycho-trippin'
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| I’m on the hunt for a bitch that I can stick my dick in
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| But if she give me some shit
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| Mr. Bones, or hell, anybody, it’s a guaranteed wig split
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| With an axe to the dome
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| Fuck the chrome
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| Because I’d rather get my bone on
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| And get my bone on is what I must
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| I’m leavin' niggas three-six degrees, turnin' suckas to dust
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| But when I bust
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| Never felt no tragedy
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| The roads that I walk are filled with dirt so feel no panic
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| Still broke
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| I’m the funky brother named Bones
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| And I’m always on the run, let the skin stone
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| But the biotridy is comin' quickly
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| And if you step in my path, I’m gettin' with thee
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| So if you try to take me on
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| Never come alone
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| Or you’ll feel the wrath of Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Bones
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| All my friends say I’m a cool young man
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| All my friends say I’m a cool young man
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| All my friends say I’m a cool young man
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| All my friends say I’m a cool young man
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| All my friends say I’m a cool young man
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| All my friends say I’m a cool young man
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| All my friends say I’m a cool young man
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| All my friends say I’m a cool young man
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| All my friends say I’m a cool young man |