My head hurt, I need to lie down 
Play me too loud, I need to pipe down
Lights down, my hair is up
My stare is like looking into the fires eyes
Come around my way and youll get
Burnt to a crisp like that
Before you even get the chance to fight back
I know what youre thinking
Why so quick to flip it? Bones, now you always tripping
No, Im just fucking sick of clones thinking that they killin it
Stalactite dripping out your flashlight
Glitching you in flashback transmission
I suppose this is the ending for the story that you call your life
Take the binders, rip the spine, every page is getting burnt
Now every breath you take is mine 
Burnt to a crisp like that
Before you even get the chance to fight back
I know what youre thinking
Why so quick to flip it? Bones, now you always tripping
No, Im just fucking sick of clones thinking that they killin it