[Intro]
KILL

[Verse: BONES]
It's a deceased man with that nina in my hand
Why you grip the hi-points when you know it's finna jam?
It's the graveyard clique, hit the mortuary dance
Working graveyard shifts till the bank vault jams
Fuck a nay-say brand, TeamSESH up on my Bamber
SPAS-12 blam, if you stepping on my land trick
Please call me out, I'll be waiting for the chance, bitch
Just to knock you out, it's the backroad bandit
Pistol to my head, bet ya won't, bet ya can't
Try to set BONES up, then the both of us dead
I ain't leavin' here with nothin', leave 'em bloody in his bed
What I want is the look that he give me 'fore he pass

[Outro: BONES]
Looking in my eyes
He don't really wanna die
Give a fuck about ya clique
Let the MAC-11 rip, yeah
Looking in my eyes
He don't really wanna die
Give a fuck about ya clique
Let the MAC-11 rip, woof