Tru2Dagame

It's Roland fuckin' Jones pushin' at your fuckin' door
It's Roland fuckin' Jones pushin' at your fuckin' door

True to the game-game, motherfuck the fame-fame
When I hit the graveyard, I'll be the one the game-game
Skeleton bang-bang, my gun can do the same thing
Gonna be mo' than bullets shells, droppin' in the Range-Range

Body rot, body rot, see yo' silly ass talk a lot
Hop the whip, then I drop the top, poke yo' ass, then I pop the Glock
You're talkin' to a pistol (he chopped like a body shop)
I figured out what could miss you (got popped now went body rot)

The D, the E, the A, the D, to the B, to the O-Y-S
That's every day, I drop it off and I evade
I'm out the way, I'm in the shade
I'm twistin' haze, I'm feelin' crazed, my mind is glitchin' for the blunt smoke
If it's a problem then it's gun smoke
Mask on, trick-or-treat, I'm waitin' at your front door

TeamSESH DeadBoys