MailTime BONES

[Verse]
Still will kill, bitch, 'cause I don't speak for real
Keep it quiet, you will never see it coming 'til you feel
Buck knife to your spine, run it quickly to the sky
Open you just like a letter, let me read just what's inside
Like it's Mail Time, Mail Time, hit the Alpine
Now we bumpin', smokin' blunts, get to it like it's 'bout time
In and out of route, time, pit stop to count mine
I need every decimal, essential for this ounce I'm bankin' on
Cashin' off, you show out, I laugh it off
You go out, I stay at home, still your funds is lookin' low
I ain't one to give a fuck about a couple dollars
But I know you are, so tell me how the fuck you plan to pile up
If you wilder than the wildest, that would be me, let's be honest
So just take the second rank and take your silver to get polished
Shadow box it, make it gorgeous, put it on the wall to worship
Only thing I frame is progress, for me, that's a perfect portrait
Everybody dressing up and doing all their best impressions
Oh-so many BONES imitations, I'ma start a convention
All your shows look like DashCon, stage like a ball pit
Under-developed brains somehow stuck inside some tall kids
Fuck about your talking and your posting, keep it going
It's Final Cut the way they oversaturate their own shit
If they wanna know you, you just one click away
If they wanna get to BONES, that's just something they'll have to dream