DontTellMomTheBabySittersDead - BONES, Eddy Baker

Backed in, get back

Insane, pack out

Packin', get actin', get packed out

Back down, pass out

Bones be blacked out

Snuck my snub nose, passed the pat down

Before I act out, I need the dope

Before I lash out, I need to know

Picking up my pistol, flip a riddle

Then I dirty blow

Riding in the motherfucking drop top

Chevy, Imma pedal to the metal

I’ma go like Petty

.45 with a .50

Big trunk got me heavy

Two shots, now he on the stairway to heaven

Pop pop, buck shot

Bitch shut the fuck up

If you live to tell, bitch you done lucked up

I’m the living hell and I know that’s fuckd up

Brain in a cell, if they call, I’m locked up

Bad to th bone, bone

Heart made of chrome, chrome

Ice in the chain got my blood running cold, cold

Looking at my catalog

Face on my lone, lone

Looking at the world like it’s all your fault, fault

Hundred K flow, put em up in a vault

Nobody know what SESH be about

Only thing right with the world is us

No pass, just puff on the O’s in my lungs

HealthySESH

Big ass blunt, light it up while I’m swerving

Dirty ass mouth, wash my words down with bourbon

Bitch I don’t rap, every verse is a sermon

My shooters some niggas that be burning down churches

Swear you all tough but we know you just actin

All I get is Big Love, bitch, I’m Bill Paxton

Luger or the .40 Glock, still not lacking

Left him all bloody then I threw his ass a napkin

Mess with my reality, yeah I’m fully focused bitch

Stuntin round town, getting knowledge from my older chick

All up on my dick, cause it’s longer than a ruler is

I didn’t go to college I was hanging with the hooligans

Give no fucks, niggas know we made it cool again

Ice around my neck, colder than a cooler is

Lock up in the spot with the gang, like a blizzard hit

Fuck a industry, I ain’t trynna be censored bitch

Built fast, life, thank god that I’m living it

Two girls with me I feel like John Ritter did

Fucking on swell I don’t know where the sitter is

I’m not well I’m a menace like Dennis is

Real start bitch, light a blunt, then I go to rock

Every song hit, like a bomb dropped in Iraq

I don’t follow rules, bitch I do what I fucking want

All around the globe and it won’t never ever stop