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Dem Bones (Dry Bones)

de Ashnikko

Who the fuck want war?
Fist raising you tryna settle the score
Fake brand you be flashing, look both ways
Watch your back for my assassin
Hello baby ba boo, check the certificate
I'm training kung-fu

The bell has rung and you tardy
Tryna match my style and you'll get there, hardly
My leftovers on a plate, we in the garde
N of evil and I'll con you like a snake
Talk back or hold your tongue, time's up

Baby, though I think you've had your fun
Tryna rock them heels, WalkMan around
And we laughing like seals
Book it back to the country, falling off a wall

Can't fix your Humpty Dumpty
And I'm so burnt out, entertainment keeps coming
As you sit there and pout
Cakeface bitches just flossin'
Yearning through it all and I'm pigtail tossin'

Deadline's over, you're late
Back that ass up and I'll serve it on a plate
And girl, my patience is waning, stumbled over words
I'm just sick of explaining
Not with me when I'm vulnerable

Add me like a charm and I can make your clique cultural
Laughing at your upturned nose
Sit your ass down, pay attention to my prose
Wear your ego on your sleeve?

Just your existence is my biggest pet peeve
I make you shake in your seat
Throwin' up the white flag, make you admit defeat
Is this enough material?
Faded from this world, hallucinate something ethereal

Taste this ditch, it's exquisite
Addicted to this dosage, gotta have it, what is it?
The bottle of screams of a child
Rodeo buck has got your bitch going wild
This goes for all the minka bitches
The money ran out
Ashnikko

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