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Bones

MyOwnPersonalHell

 

MyOwnPersonalHell

(album: BasketCase - 2023)


Rain coming down fucking mobbing through the mud
Snow camo Glock wet you-wet you like a flood
3 AM windows down, tryna see what's up
Eyes glowing red, I'm trying to bathe in your blood
Cut you with the steel, fuck a hundred dollar bill
I'm just tryna bring some pain, I'm just tryna fucking feel
Bring the noise, bring the toys, that Earnhardt edition bitch
Sharp shooter, Bret Hart, my missiles never missing bitch
Hit 'em up, whip 'em quick, chop it off your ass bitch
Letter to the planet, motherfuck, you like my last bitch
Posted in the cage, so it's fitting I go batshit
Watch the Earth burn with a big blunt laughing
People come and people go, life is a revolving door
Spinning and spinning around 'til it's time to turn back into BONES
Money come and money go, give a fuck about it though
Bitch, I came to terrorize the planet while I fucking own
People come and people go
Spinning and spinning around
Money come and money go
Bitch, I came to terrorize the planet while I fucking own
Every day's a bad day, every night's a nightmare
I take care of the reaper so you know I never fight fair
Put a pillow in his grave 'cause he gon' spend the night there
She reach for my waist and she got cut, bitch, there's a knife there
Ride through my old hood, dirt roads, pickup trucks
On the hunt to find who sold, all them shitty drugs
Buckshot, make him run, nine milly get her done
Looking for revenge, bet we spinning it back if he duck

Yeah, if we ever find the motherfucker who sold that shit to you, I promise, I pinky promise on everything on me, I'll kill him, we gonna get it done for you
'Cause whoever got you hooked on it, they gon' catch a slug for it

done

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