Uploaded March 2026 | Updated September 2026, 15 hours ago
“My mind's on a rhythm, so don't fuck up when I see you'” Lyrics ↓
SC: soundcloud.com/bones
Anime: Berserk (1997)
Lyrics:
[Intro]
This is not a wig, it's fucking real
Look, if it was a wig, it would fucking come off right about now, yeah
I dyed it black, you like my shirt?
It says Mt. Vernon, 'cause that's where—because that's where I actually live, hometown
[Verse]
How in the fuck are you 'bout to say
The way that we do it is not the way?
No, don't you sweat it, you not in the way
Nothing you do can put end to my day
Cashed as fuck, on my bed, I lay
Look at the ceiling and fade away
Stressin' and checkin' on me for a blessin'
But I can't hear nothing, I'm gone for the day
"Sure you can afford that?" I get it
Lookin' like a bum, only think I'm holdin' pennies
Pull out your mortgage, spend it in a minute
Take it how you want it, get mad when you get it
Blame everyone around you for the money you ain't gettin'
Boy, man up to the life you ain't livin'
Times, they get chiller, sometimes I forgive him
My mind's on a rhythm, so don't fuck up when I see you
Loose-knit, cotton chains bangin' off my body
Soundin' like a dog walkin', Razor barkin' if you by me
Let the scotch light blind 'em, let the switch restyle 'em
I ain't never goin' back to what I did back in Howell
Old BONES, new flow, still flickin' ash up on my clothes
1-800-DEADBOY if they need to hit my phone
Estate sell, ogles on the finger make me hopeful
We ain't never goin' back to nickel dimin' for some produce
#BONES #SODIUM #SLOWED
“My mind's on a rhythm, so don't fuck up when I see you'” Lyrics ↓
SC: soundcloud.com/bones
Anime: Berserk (1997)
Lyrics:
[Intro]
This is not a wig, it's fucking real
Look, if it was a wig, it would fucking come off right about now, yeah
I dyed it black, you like my shirt?
It says Mt. Vernon, 'cause that's where—because that's where I actually live, hometown
[Verse]
How in the fuck are you 'bout to say
The way that we do it is not the way?
No, don't you sweat it, you not in the way
Nothing you do can put end to my day
Cashed as fuck, on my bed, I lay
Look at the ceiling and fade away
Stressin' and checkin' on me for a blessin'
But I can't hear nothing, I'm gone for the day
"Sure you can afford that?" I get it
Lookin' like a bum, only think I'm holdin' pennies
Pull out your mortgage, spend it in a minute
Take it how you want it, get mad when you get it
Blame everyone around you for the money you ain't gettin'
Boy, man up to the life you ain't livin'
Times, they get chiller, sometimes I forgive him
My mind's on a rhythm, so don't fuck up when I see you
Loose-knit, cotton chains bangin' off my body
Soundin' like a dog walkin', Razor barkin' if you by me
Let the scotch light blind 'em, let the switch restyle 'em
I ain't never goin' back to what I did back in Howell
Old BONES, new flow, still flickin' ash up on my clothes
1-800-DEADBOY if they need to hit my phone
Estate sell, ogles on the finger make me hopeful
We ain't never goin' back to nickel dimin' for some produce
#BONES #SODIUM #SLOWED





![City Morgue - BUAKAW (slowed to perfection + reverb)
got the five percent tints on the JDM, right-hand drive on the whip, youll get strangled in..
https://soundcloud.com/hikariultra
more CITYMORGUE: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2nFEIajtebhGGRrwhxBWX2a49DlNrjxB
lyrics:
[ZillaKami]:
Yung Germ
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are (Okay)
I created your whole life, you better call me papa (Okay)
Too bad you be gettin sneakers off of Alibaba (Wassup?)
I be in your bitchs room doin the helicopter (Huh?)
I dont understand you, Im hearin radda-radda (Haha)
Ayy, Im the clean up kid, now tell me where the messes is (Okay)
And when I arrive, Im arriving violent (Okay)
Got the five percent tints on the JDM (What?)
Right-hand drive on the whip, youll get strangled in
Makin blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Throwin elbows (What?), like the Thai folk (What?)
Im makin blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Faking high, Im goin low, you in a toe hold (Okay)
[ZillaKami & SosMula]:
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are (Sleezy)
[SosMula]:
Who told you dye your hair and get all those face tats? (Fuck outta here)
All of my ideas, niggas try to take that (Rat)
My shooter got five years, he aint even say jack (No no)
Bitch, this is my year, you could get your face cracked (Boom)
Just like a bitch you are (Fuck outta here), cryin bout a bitch, nigga (Sleezy)
She gon suck my dick tomorrow (Sleezy), I just fucked your bitch, nigga (Sleezy)
I just sold a brick of hard (Work), I just got my big AR (Boom)
Turn your face to mashed potato, who told you lil bitch you hard? (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
This the KLEAN UP KREW (Boom), tell me what the fuck it do? (Sleezy)
If I dont got my gun, bet you run, well, we got two (Fuck outta here)
This the KLEAN UP KREW (Boom), call me Mr. Twenty-two (Sleezy)
Take the clip out, right before a nigga gun butt you (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
[ZillaKami]:
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are
#ZILLAKAMI #SOSMULA #BUAKAW #SLOWED City Morgue - BUAKAW (slowed to perfection + reverb)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Tf_cECXx9Bo/mqdefault.jpg)
![Bones & grayera - Seiko (slowed to perfection + reverb)
“SESH til Im dead, til that Im finna lay low” Lyrics ↓
SC: https://soundcloud.com/teamsesh & https://soundcloud.com/grayera
Anime: Berserk (1997)
Lyrics:
[Verse]
AP wrist, you a liar, thats a Seiko
The chronograph wrong, Audemar dont even make those
Red dot mop with the eyes like Kano
Met BONES once, now its hard for her to say no
Im a big deal with a big-big payload
Big Show, Paul Wight, Captain Insano
Wakin up, record, lookin round like Where the day go?
SESH til Im dead, til that Im finna lay low
I aint doin features, dont ask, What the rate, though?
Banish you to roam, in the zone where the fake go
Every time I drop, bodies rot like Waco
Zero competition, made a whole nother lane though
[Chorus]
White gold teeth-teeth, coke white sneaks-sneaks
White boy broad day, bitch, Freek-a-Leek-Leek
Japanese denim, dope stuffed in em
Boerboel Bordeaux, let it off the leash
White gold teeth-teeth, coke white sneaks-sneaks
White boy broad day, bitch, Freek-a-Leek-Leek (Yeah)
#BONES #SEIKO #SLOWED Bones & grayera - Seiko (slowed to perfection + reverb)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Uym80OSU4eo/mqdefault.jpg)


![City Morgue - THE ELECTRIC EXPERIENCE (slowed to perfection + reverb)
guns on the roof of the nissan coupe, son..
https://soundcloud.com/hikariultra
more CITYMORGUE: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2nFEIajtebhGGRrwhxBWX2a49DlNrjxB
lyrics:
[ZillaKami & Denzel Curry]:
Haha, haha
Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger
[ZillaKami]:
Im tryna line a headshot (Okay)
Catch a few collaterals like Deadshot (Haha, haha)
I let the flesh rot (Wassup?)
Chop him down until I see his legs drop (Haha, haha, okay)
I’m Godzilla, who the hell are you, son?
Yeah, Im disrespectful, what the hell you gonna do, son? (Okay)
Guns on the roof of the Nissan coupe, son (What?)
You dont war with the ’Dogs to tell the truth, son (Okay, pain)
Say that shit to my face (Uh)
Open up the knife, hit you right in the vein (Okay)
See the bright light, boy, I came to bring the pain (Wassup?)
Point it at your brains then I rip the AK
Im tryna line a headshot (Okay)
Catch a few collaterals like Deadshot (Haha, haha)
I let the flesh rot (Wassup?)
Chop him down until I see his legs drop (Haha, haha, okay)
[ZillaKami & SosMula]:
Headshot, dead (What?), red, all red (What?)
Headshot, dead (What?), red, all red (What?)
Flesh rot flesh (What?), nothing left (What?)
Flesh rot flesh (What?), nothing left (Sleezy)
[SosMula]:
Im like Jimi, off the acid (Work)
Fear and Loathing, going on a bad trip (No, no)
Cant believe I made it out the jects, sellin half bricks (Work)
Sleep paralysis demon on my chest, doin backflips (Boom, boom, boom)
Glass tables, sniffin lots of white coca, drinkin’ black label (Work)
Can’t spend the night sober (Fuck outta here)
Demon on my left, angel on my right shoulder (Sleezy)
Hanging oppers off helicopters just like Sosa (Boom)
[ZillaKami]:
Im tryna line a headshot (Okay)
Catch a few collaterals like Deadshot (Haha, haha)
I let the flesh rot (Wassup?)
Chop him down until I see his legs drop (Haha, haha)
#ZILLAKAMI #SOSMULA #THEELECTRICEXPERIENCE #SLOWED City Morgue - THE ELECTRIC EXPERIENCE (slowed to perfection + reverb)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/VGTtqBvX-_g/mqdefault.jpg)
