4 a.m. we bending corners bumping murder sounds

Very scary cemetery welcome to the underground

Six feet deep I get my sleep no telling what my day will hold

Murder, murder bloodshed whenever I hit the radio

Steady smoking indoor rolling holding on to something sharp

Yapping while it's sunny watch out we gon' catch him after dark

Boom, boom meet the tone underneath the bloody moon

Headstone now it's on skeleton dancing on his tomb

While you fucking with that bitch we busy stacking up another M

Your girl she bumping BONES like there will never be another him

Hundred grand in your pockets cup up in the other hand

Tripping sipping bitch I'm thinking I could use a hundred bands

Rolling 'round downtown to the brand new sounds

Die then respawn in a brand new round

BONES and ghost up on the stereo loud

Can't wait for the reaper I need him now, now

Can't wait for the reaper I need him now, now

Can't wait for the reaper I need him now, now

4 a.m., BONES, ghost