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SESH
Whos the wildman now?
Im Rudy Ruettiger Ill put you on ya back
And now the doctor gotta suture ya
Im loaded but wont shoot at ya
Got a razor in my boot for ya
I throw them bows like Luda (uh)
We pull up, change the temperature
Real mother****er, you disloyal
I put you on, embrace you as a brother
Youd be spoiled
Every song a coil in my mind's turmoil
When they put me in the soil,
Imma make the coffin boil
Floorboards creakin
You in your room sleepin
Deadboys silent
We lurkin, we creepin
Now back up on ya head, bitch
Hit a sweep like the feds bitch
Four double eight four three, mother**** glory
I do this shit so when I die again, nobody mourn me
Too cashed, Im soaring
All year you tourin
Your label needs money and your family needs supportin'
Its Mr. Backroad look I only conversate on burners
White fire make you burn
Chains drag I know you heard us, bitch
Stop, drop, lean with it rock
Snappin like Dem Franchize Boyz on the block
Always in search of a brighter day
Shoot up the roof and ride away
They said it couldnt be done
But best believe BONES will find a way
Best believe BONES will find a way
They said it couldn't be done
But best believe BONES will find a way what