SKIN TO BONE (feat. Cody B. Ware and Ryu) - Nick Catchdubs Remix

This is that post apoc, post Pac

Punks on the block

Supposed to be close

But I swear right now

They close to be not

Put the gold in the pot

Put em on, bring em on

Nigga hope that they drop

But I bomb on them all

On with their the bongs

They be hopin' I pop

You open the knot

You openly admittin' you not

You openly be spittin' shit you don't be givin' a lot

You all be givers givin' these women the rings and the style

I'm Michael Tyson, Bison, relivin' the villainous plot

My vision of rock, my vision is caught

Killer cobra, N'est-ce pas

Feel us a who, feel'a real is enough

I'm callin' your bluff

I'll slaughter all your borders you trust

They won't be carryin' your orders automatically dust

I'm automatically rush, plus grammatically tough

Trust the elephant tusk, trunk, and go for the top

Punk, who want it?

I'm guaranteed to get it and flaunt it

I'm playin' Buckley as my intro and I exit on ballin'

Skin to bone, steel to rust

Ash to ashes, dust to dust

Will tomorrow have it's way

With the promises we made

Skin to bone, steel to rust

You can't stop it, all you can do it watch it while it's happenin'

Like a tragic accident, rappers go and get your coffin

Skin to bone, the high raw biff of this rap shit

My legacy set in stone, fo' sho' no asterisk

Concept immaculate, start to finish

I'm Lil Wayne's dentist, looking at platinum plaques I'm gettin'

It's not an accident you flew off the roof

You said you was fly, so I just wanna see if it's true

I got the juice like GQ, but I wish it was Grey Goose

Let it mix with my prescriptions and I turn into Keith Moon

A T two, Terminator, Demigod, Jesus

Fort Minor: We Major, let's take it to phase two

The mission isn't finished yet, I been on the internet

Hearin' fans talk and maybe we should consider it

Aah

Skin to bone and steel to rust

Aah (yeah)

Skin to bone and steel to rust

I'm on some taxidermy rap shit, talk about some raw game

You're nothing but a trophy mounted on my door frame

I spit that propane, light you with a slow flame

And watch you burn until there's nothin' but a gold chain

Yeah you'll be some crispy critters

You'll wish you with us

You'll wish what we did, you did it

You can't, you kiddin? I don't have a shoe you fit in

You're as soft as a motherfuckin' newborn kitten

I'm an animal, tearing flesh into bone

Randomly rippin' everything gone

Unless they forget what then let it be known

I'll bury every competitor, every predator

Anyone ever forget it, you'll regret it forever

Never been nothing short of a legend, you peasants will learn

I'll stay standin' in the front like I'm forgetting my turn

For these matchstick rappers, this is meeting adjourned

I ain't even gotta match them, I'm just letting them burn!

I-I-I am just letting them burn!