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[Intro] Hang him up by a meat hook And then skin him alive while playing his own music Merely a reflection of what other people want to see in him [Verse: Mr. Bones] Why oh why does everybody talk shit about me? Mr. Bones, OG Trying to get the information On all my wicked creations Dropping my tracks, everybody's in my mix And tell your girlfriend to stay off my dick Or better yet, tell that bitch to give the pussy up To the boneyard crew, so now what's up Everybody nowadays always wanna play And everybody's always got something to say Like everybody in Roseville thinks I'm dead Everybody in Warren think I'm a crack head Everybody in Eastpointe says I kill cops Everybody in Clinton Township thinks I'm slangin' rocks Which is true and which is a fable? Said I was broke eating crumbs off the table The shit don't stop, here it go to St. Clair Shores They said I was fuckin' these whores And everybody saying that I go to they parties They said I fucked Amy in the bathroom at Hardee's Everybody says that I sleep in a coffin Everybody says if I was dead, I'm better off then Everybody says that I'm a chainsmoker Everybody says that I'm a weed toker Everybody says that I'm a bitch slapper Nowadays everybody is a wicked rapper The shit kicked off real simple and plain For groups from the D, I ain't got to say any names But I'ma take all that shit to another level Separating real killers from studio devils