Bones - Dial-Up lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Bones] 2003 In the black Benz Jeep With my Nextel phone Your b**h calling me The return of the Creep Don't eat, don't sleep All I do is d** 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 f**ing Bones [Verse 2: Na$ty Matt] Na$ty mothaf**in' Matt What, What, What 2005 b**hes all the way live f** her like her tubes tied Ridin' Nissan with the a machete on my side Return of the f**in' mack Return of the Dirtbag Used to have black mags on the Diamondback Young Matt didn't know how to act Young f**in' grunga stepping out the f**in' Caprice Jeans cut around the knees Big titty b**h on the seats Concrete camouflage, with all this f**in' grey f** with me the wrong way, feel the wrath of my f**in' blade