Текст песни BlackLungs&YellowTape - BONES

A terrifying scene for the locals tonight in Howell, Michigan
(Cat soup)
Breaking news tonight from Hallow Michigan
Multiple reports of an unknown man committing various acts of violence
Officials are urging all residents of the Livingston County area
To stay in their homes

I was 14, I was living in a trash port
Past on my mind, Mac-11 on my back, boy
Killed him out front, dragged his body to the back porch
Bloody fingerprints on the sliding glass back door
For the scrap, watch me turn into a jack boy
Action 'fore I shoot, let me see if he can act, boy
Try to jack the skeleton, I turn you into ash, boy
Seven digit tours, let you- let you do the math, boy
35 acres, Yamaha Racing
Live from the tomb, the undergrounds Undertaker
Every flow sacred, the 5-1-7's greatest
Lungs pitch black, how the fuck could I be racist?
Look into the night sky, baby I know
This ain't what you wanted, is it?
Lookin at the telephone like I don't know the number
But's it's your and I do

Look at the timeline of everything and tell me that I'm trippin'
I get chance after chance, no more, my mind is different
Shfiting every single which way, you went the quick way
I took the harder one to stomach, eight years I had to wait
Me and El against the world, at the time that's how I felt
Threw my ice up in the sky, started raining 'cause it melt
Now the belt up on my waist bring a tear to my face
We really fuckin' did everything we ever said that we would
We really fuckin' did everything we ever said that we would
(Cadaver)