Cobble stone road, bottles on froze
 You think thats funny?
Cobble stone road, bottles on froze
Stumblin through the cold, in my SESH skull coat
This village is my home, killers on the phone
Rob you for a dollar, hands up like roll call
Crimes unsolved, bodies they dissolve
I made up a world like Im fuckin Roald Dahl
Never heard your songs, I dont play along
You-you on the bench, Im the center like Gasol
Bitch Im so appalled, dont mention me
When you bringin up clones, they aint next to me
Thats a product of me, just a result of the team
Without me there would be nobody botherin me
I solemnly swear, that was never my plan
Gettin sick of playin big brother to all these lil men
Im done with it, aint havin fun with it
For eight summers Ive been comin with that bumpin shit
The tavern never closed, my coins all gold
Nother round for the team, another toast to Bones, cheers
 What?
There is a place that Id like to go
Its in my head, so Im always alone
Hoppin out the chariot, swangin 
Stainless steel be the weapon 
94 boy like Tekken 
If your man talk about me then protect him
Once I start it up theres no ending 
Depending on what kinda day Ive had
Reachin for me, get fucked instead
Bitch, it aint my fault 
Spider silk robes drag when I walk
Royalty blunts get rolled when I want
Castle with the moat, you aint ever gettin in
I remember back then, never fittin in
Now they tryna seal me like the game
I would do the same but I got nothin to gain
You could never put me on shit that I aint
Already on, be gone