Letras Benoit - BONES

Benoit

Diamonds, they singing like they in a choir\nBumping new BONES, assistance acquired\nNinety percent of the game is lies\nSo staging the lyrics, they didn’t even write\nGet on their knees for suits and ties\nThen they complain about the paper they signed\nPussy ass bitch, time to man the fuck up\nThey could doubt you, but then they duck us\nTwo fingers crossed, hopin' that they luck up\nPGA money, I’ll stick to the putt putt\nI get so cashed, I look in the mirror like «pleasure to meet you»\n(Pleasure to meet you)\nIf I had a genie, all three of my wishes would be not to meet you (Be not to\nmeet you)\nThey say they shooting, like send me the square, but that don’t put fear in me\n(No, no)\n'Cause I got the rocket and I got the power like wickity wickity (Yes, yes)\nYou would turn into Chris Benoit if you saw how your wife looked at me (Ooh)\nI don’t got nothing to follow that, that’s terrible (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nBitch, tell me something I don’t know\nMy razor, it cut 'em in slow-mo\nDump 'em and gut 'em, I cut 'em like butter\nMy battery full, I’ma overload\nPressing them facts like a pho-to\nPut you on a shirt like a logo\nQuietly shaking, he soft and I’ll take him\nAnd send that bitch ass where the ghosts go\nLay down, lay down, go to bed, don’t say a thing\nLay down, lay down, go to bed, don’t say a thing