Bones - MondayNightRaw lyrics

[Verse 1: Na$ty Matt] Gold rings like sonic 240sx thats onyx, creepin' on the Enkei's The same color as chronic All black like mabel, chairs, ladders, and tables Hardcore young corleone, with a bad b**h like sable Raccoon City, downtown, hipster b**h but her a** round New Balance draggin' on the ground Like sargent slaughter I'm camoed down All my dogs in black civics Me and my dogs with plastic b**hes Cartier frames clear lenses, that means no limits Keep my teeth glossy, lace me up with versace Gold chains from the swap meet Imma profit like the posse That ghetto D all about that gettin' green Baby bottles full of that f**in' lean Dreamcast on the f**in' screen It's 1999 got the Lexus riding clean Gold BBS', nasty popped up on the scene In the back with the machete, in the front with that Glock 19 [Hook: Na$ty Matt] Gold mouth, pistol player Dead man, undertaker Zombie pimp, 3 days later white lexus a gold pager Night of the living bread, brain tissues fed Give me head til' I'm left for dead [x3] [Verse 2: Bones] Masked up like Mysterio, I don't really think that they hear me though Black and white like the acolytes, I take your girl to the afterlife Turn buckin, throwin s**ers, DX when them guns bustin Flame throwin', I ain't slowin' down for no one My lifes a f**in' power blast and I'm comin down Hate me then, but you love me now Goldberg that jackhammer, 100 herse that sledge hammer Godfather that whole train, they down to f** with the whole team If you down to ride just hop aside, we can blow the spot like propane I'm back, like that, flow goin' like a turbo vette Sir Mix A Lot, I get a lot of bu*t Young Billy Gunn, I get a lot of a** I'm pullin' up to your damn spot, you tappin' out, I'm shamrock TitanTron I rip it down, it's a big show that you can't stop Nasty ridin' in shotgun, nasty loadin' that shotgun Talkin' down about me or him, nasty bout to go pop guns Global gang, golden wings, Team Sesh til' the end of days Crackin' skulls, I'm breakin' bones I'm doing numbers, you're on yellow page [Hook: Na$ty Matt] Gold mouth, pistol player Dead man, undertaker Zombie pimp, 3 days later white lexus a gold pager Night of the living bread, brain tissues fed Give me head til' I'm left for dead [x3]