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