either way you run or walk its your trash talk
comin to a stop your about to rot your nothin pOp
ive done it now your face is turning red so go ahead
spit some lead ill simply pop ya like a black head
they call me BONES B.O.N.E.S. comin straight at yo chest
one on one chest to chest this is best to less
call yourself a preecher cause im the fucking slayer
i ll take you headhunter and serve you on a plata
pray for something betta cause my rhymes are dope
you l take a hit and fuckin choke and it aint smoke
what i thought youd have some power but if seen ya
i would smother you on the ground like penutbutter
and dont leave out your sista cause killa let me tell ya
what i went and done to her i gave her the sanchas
with my dirty index finger and all for just a dolla