Na$ty Matt - BobbyMackey's lyrics

[Verse 1: Bones] Young living legend I don't need no Mac-11 Feed her pills to she k** Then I smoke and resurrect em' b**h I'm creeping in the kut Spider webs up on my blunt Blood dripping from my wrists Got veins full of d** Locked away in the cellar Got a girl like Sarah Gellar Only smoking If I let her I'll be k**ing If I tell her Young Freddie Prinze Jr I don't need a f**ing Ruger b**h I sound like bodies dropping And I look like school shooters [Bridge: Bones] Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang 1,2,3 Young Bones on the creep Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang It's the skinny white pimp gripping on the switchblade [Verse 2: Na$ty Matt] Nasty, Nasty Might catch your body, like a trust fall Hell in a cell vs. Chris Benoit My click in the presence Feel how cold the air gets Bones up on the VHS Looking for the blair witch [?] Visuals satanic rituals Brainwash a nice girl to pop that thing to mystical Can't believe your eyes but you know I'm too real Got that f**ing thing tucked, like Buffalo Bill Resident Evil: Raccoon City Drugged out zombie b**h snorting blow off of Jill's titties But this ain't a game on the PlayStation I don't exist I'm a f**ing myth Figment of your imagination