Decomposing - BONES

What?

Fuck what you think, bitch

Fuck what you thought

Till my corpse rot, deadboy to the top

Try to give it what you got but what you got ain’t enough

Time to hang to it up take a walk-in lunch

Everything I touch a bud will always get touched

Skeleton hands remain through the flood

Floating down the street up to no good

I done see ya hood now let me take you to the woods

Decomposing, decomposing

Every second decomposing

Decomposing, decomposing

Every second decomposing

Put some silica gel packs inside my casket

Don’t need to mold already live thru that shit

Hold to the story if they keep on asking

«Bones, who did you sign too?», — yes, I’d imagine

That it would seem that way, now tell me is it good or bad

The hundred dollar bill pass just for the wood packs

No, not at all it was El that booked that

If you want a show it depends how I feel bitch

I won’t flip for some bills, bitch

Do a frickin' cartwheel for 8 dollars

«I won’t do a cartwheel for 8 dollars»