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Trauma
Brevin Kim, BONES
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Kill
Yeah
Whole lot of money, a whole lot of trauma
Put down the bottle, and pull out the llama
Whole lot of weapons, a whole lot of drama
Bullets eject and I cannot rewind 'em
Put 'em in the dirt, it's on my momma
Lazy boy, glide, pop and recline 'em
Put his ass to work, had to remind 'em
Took 'em out, the crew, had to resign 'em
Mouthful of dope, had to go climbin'
Veins full of hate, mouthful of diamonds
Life full of deals, had to decline 'em
Knife to his neck, let me design ya
Pick your brain, nightlight I be shinin'
Five-course meals how we be dinin'
Hundred days, and a hundred nights
In the cemetery, yeah, that's where you find me
Good cutter, but I'm better with rhymin'
Good mother, but she swear I be lyin'
By the way, I'm in love with the violence
She look my way, and she like how I'm dyin'
Skeleton rise, bitch, I arisen
Came out the ground and got straight to my business
Two fingers up, how I step in my airs
I'm in the sector that you cannot visit, bitch
I'm on some other shit
Underground, underground
You on that other shit
I'm on some other shit
Underground, underground
Stop lyin' bitch
These bitches all talk, my wrist is all rocks
They deep in my demeanor so they nippy when they walk
These pussies all bark, I've yet to seen the spark
They actin' like they with it every day until it's dark (yeah, yeah)
Razor blade will make his face thinner
Put his body in some paint thinner
This ain't somethin' you can take with ya
Pussy boy will get his face lit up
She don't cook, she don't make dinner
This ain't somethin' you can take with ya
This ain't somethin' you can -
Pull up on 'em while he ironin' his sheets
I'ma put the fuckin' iron to your beak
He ain't got the fuckin' iron on 'em
Prolly put the motherfuckin' pliers to your teeth
Shot him while he on the ground bleedin'
Probably make a motherfucker virus-free
Book a flight up outta Ireland
And then we air the spot out at the Airbnb
I ain't never had a piece on me
I let BONES do all the ironin' for me
Only way we got a problem is if it's on my momma
I'ma leave you lyin' in the street
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