Yeah look
A lot of you rappin' motherfuckers can't even rap though
I be committin' and comin' up on a cash flow
I ain't speaking to no one 'cause I'm a asshole
Til I'm pulling up on em' inside a Lambo
Ya'll ain't really ready for this Axe Murder business (huh)
B-O-N-E-Z and Young Wicked (huh)
Every year we coming like Christmas (huh)
And we coming and bringin' the fuckin' sickness (what)
Imma leave you bleedin'
Imma feed the demons
Disturbing the peace I don't need a reason
I murdered the beat, release diseases
Put them hands up like you tryna reach for Jesus
Don't nobody move or I'll reach for heaters
And put you motherfuckers six feet beneath us
All you enemies can never do shit to beat us
You don't wanna admit it but your bitch believe us
And this underground shit is a lifestyle
I'm a Rock it for the people like an eyebrow
Coming out of Colorado bitch I'm finna ride out
Killin' emcees broad day when it's nice out
Bitch I be bringing the storm
Better ring the alarm
I'm a king to your pawn better leave me alone
And I ain't with all that hoe shit that he on
They gon' learn what it is when I'm bringin' it on
Fatal Fatal Fatal
This right here is fatal
Grinding for the Queso
Y'all as soft as Play-doe and we
Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality)
Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality)
Fatal Fatal Fatal
This right here is fatal
Grinding for the Queso
Y'all as soft as Play-doe and we
Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality)
Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality)
It's about time to kill someone
What the fuck have you all become
Shit talking like you be the ones
Spit you out like some chewing gum
Coming at me would be mental
Cause I put two in yo temple
Knocking out all your dental
And it wouldn't be accidental 'cause
Bitch you act
I'm bringin' it back and put you in your fuckin' place
Came to attack
Rip out your heart and punch you in yo' fucking face
I'm not on the road you think you is famous
Bitch you unknown
You look hella old but try to be young
Nobody believe you do what you're told and lock up your home
But that won't stop Bonez
Already inside cause I'm fuckin' cold
I'm fuckin' your bitch cause I got a stone
So give me them chips cause I know you're full
I be making that Queso
What's with all of that hate hoe?
Making you bleed out your nasal comin' with the warnin' label cause I'm
Fatal Fatal Fatal
This right here is fatal
Grindin' for the Queso
Y'all as soft as Play-doe and we
Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality)
Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality)
Fatal Fatal Fatal
This right here is fatal
Grindin' for the Queso
Y'all as soft as Play-doe and we
Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality)
Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality)