Oxygen - BONES

Droppin' down hoppin' out straight out the casket

Pop lock and drop ya like Huey done asked me

Mud on my corpse if you crazy I’m bat shit

Bones be the one the game hate with a passion

When did it start, I think I know

The second I chose to come out of my tomb

Everyone gather and hold hands and let out a big «fuck you Bones»

On two one two

Coming through

Your crew look like too wong foo

Give a fuck about your loot

Motherfucker gimme truth

And if you all out of the latter I’mma have to take the first

Try to bop me for my spot

Hold up, someone get this boy a hearse

I’m taking the long way home tonight

I just need some space, I don’t wanna live today

Ran into the crow of the after life

He opened up his beak whispered, «Bones, please come with me»

Dead boy, what big eyes you have

The better to see you with

With hands of the witch cursed with one grip

I will rise from the fire

Finna blow away with the breeze

Reporting live from the core

Making it hard to breathe