Decomposing

What?

Fuck what you think, bitch

Fuck what you thought

'Til my corpse rot, DeadBoy to the top

Try to give it what you got but what you got ain't enough

Time to hang it up, take a walk, get lunch

Everything untouchable will always get touched

Skeleton hands remain through the flood

Floating down the street, up to no good

I done see ya hood now let me take you to the woods

Decomposing, decomposing (Yeah)

Every second decomposing (Yeah)

Decomposing, decomposing

Every second decomposing (Wait)

Throw some silica gel packs inside my casket

Don't need to mold, already live through that shit

Hold up the store if they keep on asking

"Bones, who did you sign to?", — yes, I'd imagine

That it would seem that way, now tell me is it good or bad?

The hundred dollar bill pass just for the wood packs

No, not at all, it was El that booked that

If you want a show, it depends how I feel, bitch

I won't flip for some bills, bitch

Do a frickin' cartwheel for 8 dollars

I won't do a cartwheel for 8 dollars, I won't