Lyrics

Droppin' down hoppin' out straight out the casket Pop lock and drop ya like Huey done asked me Mud on my corpse if you crazy I'm bat shit Bones be the one the game hate with a passion When did it start, I think I know The second I chose to come out of my tomb Everyone gather and hold hands and let out a big fuck you Bones On two one two Coming through Your crew look like To Wong Foo Give a fuck about your loot Motherfucker gimme truth And if you all out of the latter Imma have to take the first Try to bop me for my spot Hold up, someone get this boy a hearse I'm taking the long way home tonight I just need some space, I don't wanna live today Ran into the crow of the after life He opened up his beak whispered, "Bones, please come with me" Dead boy, what big eyes you have The better to see you with With hands of the witch cursed with one grip I will rise from the fire Finna blow away with the breeze Reporting live from the core Making it hard to breathe
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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