911 - BONES, Curtis Heron

Your best bet is 9-1-1

Chances' slim like 5-0-1s

They think that I'm close to done

You silly bitch, my time just begun

Riding in that yellow Hummer H2 with them gunners

Smoking like Joe don't make me stutter

Slidin' sittin on butter (Slide)

Slingshot your nest, watch your butterflies flutter (Watch it now)

Screenshot the text, psych, I don't type on them products

I'm the oddest (Fuck)

Instead of making problems (No)

I'd rather stalk you from afar gettin' off to the fact you don't know I'm watchin'

Dead cold hands wrapped around your neck

I swear they look so good on you

Your lifespan abruptly came to an end

The night that Bones finally found you (What?)

SESH bring the noise

Ask your bitch, she know your boy

You splurging on fancy toys then hurting and no need to lie

I know the truth hurts so I give 'em just that

My body is starting to hurt from the scene that's on my back

Half and half honored slash embarrassed, y'all is fuckin' trash

How you say I inspired you?

No, I don't sound like that

No, bitch, you cannot rap

Pussy boy, you need some facts

Airmail em' to your pad, SESH radar got you tracked (What?)