[Intro: Sample]
The bones of man. The brittle remnants of cosmic torment that once made him wonder if matter was Lucifer upward groping back to his God. And yet now, he knew better

[Verse 1: 99zed]
When the gun talk, I talk bitch
I talk with a lisp
I got the Glock, click, I'll click
Till your bitch up on my dick
I got the Tommy cocked
A hunnid rounds up in that bitch
I let the drum spit
Bitch you cannot fuck with my clique

Cause it's a drive-by on the south side
I spread the plague
Red eyes, taking lives 187 with the gauge
We stuff his body in the bag and we throw him the back
Three deep in the 'Lac bitch 99 tote the gat ugh

Hellboys at my right as we ride into the night
And I'm loading up the shotty gotta air out your boy
I don't give a fuck who you rolling with
Cause bitch I ride around with death and we toting grips
And I'm broke as fuck I get the pack I make it flip
187 bringing up dead from up out the crypt bitch
And the mask down, guns out in the whip
187 with the shits rolling up deep with triple six bitch
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