[Intro]
(It's Roland fuckin’ Jones pushin' at your fuckin' door)
(It’s Roland fuckin' Jones pushin' at your fuckin' door)

[Verse]
True to the game, game, motherfuck the fame, fame
When I hit the graveyard, I'll be doubled up my game, game
Skeleton bang, bang, my gun can do the same thing
Gonna be more than bullets shells droppin' in the rain, rain
Body rot, body rot, see your silly ass talk a lot
Park the whip and I drop the top
Poke your ass, then I pop the Glock
You're talkin' to a pistol (Get chopped like a body shop)
I figured out what could miss you (Got popped, now he body rot)
The D, the E, the A
The D, to the B, to the O-Y-S, that’s every day
I drop it off and I evade, I’m out the way
I'm in the shade, I’m twistin' haze, I'm feelin' crazed
My mind is glitchin’ for the blunt smoke
If it's a problem, then it's gun smoke
Mask on, trick-or-treat, I'm waiting at your front door

[Outro]
TeamSESH, DeadBoys