[Verse 1]

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 batshit

BONES is 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, hold hands

And let out a big, "Fuck you, BONES" on two

One, two, coming through

Your crew look like To Wong Foo

Give a fuck about your loot

Motherfucker, gimme truth

And if you all out of the latter, I'ma have ya take the first

Try to bop me for my spot

Hold up, someone get this boy a hearse

[Verse 2]

I'm taking the long way home to-—

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

Ran into the crow of the after—

He opened up his beak, whispered, "BONES, please come with me"

DeadBoy, what big eyes you have

The better to see you 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