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'
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 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!
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 I-I-I am just letting them burn!