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