Resurrection

Bones, it's the deadboy
Bones, that skinnywhitepimp
Bones, it's the deadboy
Bones, that skinnywhitepimp
Bones
Bones, that skinnywhitepimp
Where's the truth? Say it in the booth
Drop bombs on wack MCs thats actin'new
It's 1992 here we come kickin' doors down
Sesh compound blunts lit bumpin' motown
Hit 'em with the pro sound then I go ghost
Forever in the attic hittin'all the wrong notes
I'm the eyes floatin' in the dark just as I emerge
You know who it is, I don't gotta say a word
Bones, it's the deadboy
Bones, that skinnywhitepimp
Bones, it's the deadboy
Bones, that skinnywhitepimp
Yeah they know who it is
This and that, that and this
Faux fur drag behind me
You already know the biz
It's Bones
Look who just stepped in
That skinnywhitepimp
Where do I begin? I began in the land that was frozen
Spent my time hudded around the fire just hopin'
Till I turned 14 thamed out and noticed
That they don't lock the doors on the cars around the corner
If you wanna detect me you need sophisticated sonar
Ash drop slow but the snow fall slower
Never had the funds till I struck with the scrap
Yard full of metal crowbar in my bag
SESH



Credits
Writer(s): Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse, Stanley Howse, James Edward Jr. Thomas
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