(It's Roland fuckin' Jones pushin' at your fuckin' door)

(It's Roland fuckin' Jones pushin' at your fuckin' door)

True to the game, game, motherfuck the fame, fame

When I hit the graveyard, I'll be doubled up my game, game

Skeleton bang, bang, my gun can do the same thing

Gonna be more than bullets shells droppin' in the rain, rain

Body rot, body rot, see your silly ass talk a lot

Park the whip and I drop the top

Poke your ass, then I pop the Glock

You're talkin' to a pistol (Get chopped like a body shop)

I figured out what could miss you (Got popped, now he body rot)

The D, the E, the A

The D, to the B, to the O-Y-S, that's every day

I drop it off and I evade, I'm out the way

I'm in the shade, I'm twistin' haze, I'm feelin' crazed

My mind is glitchin' for the blunt smoke

If it's a problem, then it's gun smoke

Mask on, trick-or-treat, I'm waiting at your front door

TeamSESH DeadBoys