Oh man Here we go again You’ve been waiting, huh? It’s the Deadboy, back from the grave.(resurrection) Bones, it’s the Deadboy Bones, that skinny white pimp Bones, it’s the Deadboy Bones, that skinny white pimp Bones, it’s the Deadboy Bones, that skinny white pimp. Where’s the truth? Say it in the booth Drop bombs on whack MC’s that’s actin’ new Its 1992, here we come kickin’ doors down Sesh Compound, blunts lit, bumpin’ motown Hit ’em with the pro sound, then I go ghost Forever in the attic, hittin’ all the wrong notes I’m the eyes floating in the dark just as I emerge You know who it is, I don’t gotta say a word. Bones, it’s the Deadboy Bones, that skinny white pimp Bones, it’s the Deadboy Bones, that skinny white pimp. Yeah they know who it is, this and that, that and this Faux fur drag behind me, you already know the biz it’s Bones, look who just stepped in That skinny white pimp Where do I begin? I began in the land that was frozen Spent my time huddled around the fire just hopin’ Till I turned 14, thawed out and noticed That they don’t lock the doors on the cars around the corner If you wanna detect me you need sophisticated sonar Ash drop slow, but the snow fall slower Never had the funds till I struck with the scrap Yard full of metal, crowbar in my baggg.