[00:12.00]I slide by coming at ya in Hi-Fi, WHAT UP[00:15.66]Tryna see if you pussies got nine lives, PULL UP[00:18.49]Everytime I don't feast, I fine dine turn ya[00:21.63]Corpse to bread, turn ya blood into wine[00:23.90]Mr. Disinfected heart pumping garbage, still clogging my veins[00:27.35]I remember nights of loneliness and day full of pain[00:30.69]With the shadows I would battle till I hemorrhage my brain[00:33.58]Synthetic blunts had me daze for days[00:35.93]I would succumb to my weakness, crazed from the drinking[00:39.11]Locked in a mode, no control overthinking[00:42.26]Weight up on my shoulder, cannot carry it no more[00:45.34]Ears on mute and my ears on slow-mo[00:48.49]You wouldn't **** with the one they call[00:51.52]You wouldn't **** with the one they call[00:54.40]Bones, the guy with the microphone[00:58.40]Straight out the 517 zone[01:00.74]You wouldn't **** with the one they call[01:03.58]You wouldn't **** with the one they call[01:06.49]Bones, the guy with the microphone[01:10.31]Straight out the 517 zone[01:21.66]You want me to keep going?[01:23.64]Alright[01:24.21]So I was chilling on the corner, and what else?[01:27.33]I was rolling up a blunt, and what else?[01:30.22]Said I was chilling on the corner, and what else?[01:33.27]Said I was rolling up a blunt, and what else?[01:36.22]Bones, the guy with the microphone