Dial-Up
Bones
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2003 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 2005 Bitches all the way live F*ck 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 F*ck with me the wrong way, feel the wrath of my fuckin' blade
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Written by: Elmo O'Connor, VRSYJNES
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