Verse
A#m
Where's the truth? Say it in the booth
Fm
Drop bombs on whack MC's that's actin' new
A#m
Its 1992, here we come kickin' doors down
Fm
Sesh Compound, blunts lit, bumpin' motown
A#m
Hit 'em with the pro sound, then I go ghost
Fm G#
Forever in the attic, hittin' all the wrong notes
A#m
I'm the eyes floating in the dark just as I emerge
Fm
You know who it is, I don't gotta say a word
[Hook, x2]
A#m Fm
Bones, it's the Deadboy
A#m Fm
Bones, that skinny white pimp
[Verse 2]
A#m
Yeah they know who it is, this and that, that and this
Fm
Faux fur drag behind me, you already know the biz it's
A#m G#
Bones, look who just stepped in
That skinny white pimp
D# A#m
Where do I begin? I began in the land that was frozen
Fm
Spent my time huddled around the fire just hopin'
A#m
Till I turned 14, thawed out and noticed
Fm
That they don't lock the doors on the cars around the corner
A#m
If you wanna detect me you need sophisticated sonar
Fm
Ash drop slow, but the snow fall slower
A#m
Never had the funds till I struck with the scrap
Fm G# Fm
Yard full of metal, crowbar in my bag