A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw
Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law
Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge
But use tomorrow as a mull again, church
Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone
I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne
But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home
But lucifer's the one that wanted you, he threw the dog a bone,
Here i'm nothing but a backward bone-mugging urban bee
So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party
But a pole position you couldn't hold, not even your own wooden bone
Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home
Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
Please correct me, stretch marks
I rake in loads of bone charms
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