Haunted by the Skeleton

I spent a long time thinking I would take off
Feeling like a kingpin dealing. It won't take long
Stay calm when I struggle to scrape on
But forget about the ceiling gotta make songs
When I get to feeling like Jesus in a Ye song
Butcher I'm a cut it up with feeling and I stay gone
Give in to the villain in the mirror and I play on
Tryna keep my eye on the money: Freemason
Looking for a better way to pay my bills
Looking for a better way to keep my chill
Looking for a better way to be myself
I'll take my L for the minute with the hand I'm dealt
Belt from the middle but I riddle a lot
I'm a sucker for the fiddle little time that I've got
To convince em that Achiles heel is something I'm not
Fill the well in which I'm swimming till I rise to the top

If you got a beat tape out let me get it then
If you got a dark beat on it I'm a kill it then
If I got a song in me I'ma sell it then
Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton
If you got a beat tape out let me get it then
If you got a dark beat on it I'm a kill it then
If I got a song in me I'ma sell it then
Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton

I keep my money where my mouth. I'm a gentleman
Never leave the house and still I stay elegant
Putting mixtapes out they ain't relevant
Just take your anger out on the skeleton
Penning these fables I feel like Aesop
Chained to the table it ain't no cakewalk
And I'm able to make that bass talk
A stranger who came here to speak that napalm
Speak that beat the speed bag
Real facts screech a mean track
The beast lacks reason and tact
Relax feel the feedback
Got a beat tape out lemme get it
If you got a dark beat I'll wreck it
Ya got me lookin' to feed
Going back to the Breach
Whatever keeps me on the record

If you got a beat tape out let me get it then
If you got a dark beat on it I'm a kill it then
If I got a song in me I'ma sell it then
Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton
If you got a beat tape out let me get it then
If you got a dark beat on it I'm a kill it then
If I got a song in me I'ma sell it then
Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton

Yo, bad to the bone gristle
Can it be that this is all so simple?
I mean this shit is taking candy from a baby
And baby, this genetic my whole family is crazy
One bad son of a shotgun
I hung around the cowards just to learn that I'm not one
So tell me little buddy who you tryna scare?
Cock my double barrel while the crabs hide in theirs
When did they turn art into content?
They make a little money and forgot what it all meant
They selling you a dream and then they saying it's God sent
I'm a breath of fresh air, homey, how could I not vent?
But let me stop the preachy behavior
Y'all in need of a savior
I just need me a chaser
I just need me some paper
That could by me out of hell again
More than skin deep, boy
Bad to the skeleton

Bad to the skeleton
Bad Bad to the skeleton
Bad to the skeleton
Bad Bad to the skeleton
Bad to the skeleton
Bad to the skeleton
Bad Bad to the skele the skele
Bad to the skeleton

If you got a beat tape out let me get it then
If you got a dark beat on it I'm a kill it then
If I got a song in me I'ma sell it then
Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton
If you got a beat tape out let me get it then
If you got a dark beat on it I'm a kill it then
If I got a song in me I'ma sell it then
Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton

You knew that about me?
You think you hit bottom, Rick?
You have no idea how far this goes, do you?
You think you're bad?
You think you got a demon inside of you?
(You think you got a demon inside of you?)
You don't even know what that means
(Know what that means)