This is a song about "Bones to be picking"

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I'm predisposed to reap your bones

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

Sworn to serve till soul hurt, and his bones burst/

Picking up gear from dick's.

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

We can let scuds blast in a grudge match if theres a bone to be picking

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

Lust will have you slipping

Bring down your tower i'm picking

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

They make me want to break my neck, all those bones.

This is oh so much like getting votes

I won't be going to hell. i have been stalked, stabbed, my bones cracked,

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast