Текст песни InLovingMemory - BONES

What?

Walk up in your spot and watch me turn it to a grave
Put them drugs up in my face and watch me turn into a slave
Every day, every chance I get, I take, on the stage
In my grave, either way I'm gettin' paid

Humans like to speak on me and put the smile up on my face
Ear to ear, I'm who they fear, they know I bloody up the place
Grip that pistol with precision
End up in court, yeah, all my bitches dead, dead
Like I'm filmin', "Ooh, ooh," weapon singin'

Fuck it, kickin', fuck it up, rippin', got no time to show no sympathy
Men in Black, the beam, except I want him to remember me
Punch into a different beat, the dead is in the infantry
I'm spittin' like an infant, baby, AK on my hip, it hit

This old CD on my hip, bitch, I don't stop until I hit
Them 46's on me flip and now everybody my victim
So then I end it, I flipped it, I'm trippin', I need to simmer down
Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that pistol sound

Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that pistol sound
Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that-