Dial-Up - BONES

In the black Benz Jeep

With my Nextel phone

Your bitch calling me

The return of the Creep

Don’t eat, don’t sleep

All I do is drugs

And they always free

Got the blade on me

Shame on you if you hating on me

Just a young white boy with the game on freeze

If it gets to cold, put the blame on me

Smoking dope, talking on the mobile phone

They think they know me, but they only know it’s fucking Bones

Na$ty mothafuckin' Matt

What, What, What

Bitches all the way live

Fuck her like her tubes tied

Ridin' Nissan with the a machete on my side

Return of the fuckin' mack

Return of the Dirtbag

Used to have black mags on the Diamondback

Young Matt didn’t know how to act

Young fuckin' grunga stepping out the fuckin' Caprice

Jeans cut around the knees

Big titty bitch on the seats

Concrete camouflage, with all this fuckin' grey

Fuck with me the wrong way, feel the wrath of my fuckin' blade