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 Who's the wild man now?
 I'm Rudy Ruettiger, I'll put you on your back
 And now the doctor gotta suture you
 I'm loaded but won't shoot at you
 Got a razor in my boot for you
 I throw them bows like Luda, uh
 We pull up, change the temperature
 Real motherfucker, you disloyal
 I put you on, embrace you as a brother
 You'd be spoiled
 Every song a coil in my mind's turmoil
 When they put me in the soil, I'ma make the coffin boil
 Floorboards creakin'
 You in your room sleepin'
 Dead boys silent
 We're lurkin', we're creepin'
 Now, back up on your head, bitch
 Hit a sweep like the feds bitch
 Four double eight four three, mother fuck glory
 I do this shit, so when I die again, nobody mourn me
 Too cashed, I'm soaring
 All year you're tourin'
 Your label needs money and your family needs supportin'
 It's Mr. Backroad, look, I only conversate on burners
 White fire make you burn
 Chains drag, I know you heard us, bitch
 Stop, drop, lean with it rock
 Snappin' like them Franchize Boyz on the block
 Always in search of a brighter day
 Shoot up the roof and ride away
 They said, "It couldn't be done"
 But best believe, BONES will find a way
 Best believe, BONES will find a way
 They said, "It couldn't be done"
 But best believe BONES will find a way, what?
 

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Duration
01:54
Key
2
Tempo
76 BPM

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