What?
Fuck what you think, bitch
Fuck what you thought
Til my corpse rot, DeadBoy to the top
Try to give it what you got but what you got aint enough
Time to hang it up, take a walk, get lunch
Everything untouchable will always get touched
Skeleton hands remain through the flood
Floating down the street, up to no good
I done see ya hood now let me take you to the woods
Decomposing, decomposing 
Every second decomposing 
Decomposing, decomposing
Every second decomposing 
Throw some silica gel packs inside my casket
Dont need to mold, already live through that shit
Hold up the store if they keep on asking
Bones, who did you sign to?, — yes, Id imagine
That it would seem that way, now tell me is it good or bad?
The hundred dollar bill pass just for the wood packs
No, not at all, it was El that booked that
If you want a show, it depends how I feel, bitch
I wont flip for some bills, bitch
Do a frickin cartwheel for 8 dollars
I wont do a cartwheel for 8 dollars, I wont