Buried Bones Lyrics

You call me dead, but at least I came back as a monstrous demon, a devilish pact

And I work with the devil to lay you out flat, abracadabra CaDavar, a bat

I'm coming right at you, a left and a right, and I lurk in the night, I'm as silent as mice, bitch, I kill for price

I'm a ghost and I might, wash you like soap, it's a mystery, I

Would like to know which of us goes for flow switch, bitch, I did

You cannot compete with the oldest, a swing and a slow miss

I'm faster, you won't hit a shot, this track is full of the illest of omens

Something smells rotten (your songs), no, it's your body and I'll

Make you live up to your name, destroying your brain and the cogs

Turn in my head, it's appalling, I see demons and I'll

Speed up your decomposition, it is my mission to send you to the grave

It's a shame that you had to exist, throw in shade, it's a game

You just made my opp list, sing with Jake or Josh, better count your options

Never gettin anywhere, not with your shitty voice, it's fucking hilarious

Mystery box, yeah, I carried it, like your body to your grave

Where I coffined and buried it, think about it, what's scarier

A dead body or fairy or fucking demon revenant, obviously there's a barrier

Done fucking around, wanna know what's funny

I spit a better verse on your own song, buddy

I'm faster, better, cleaner, cunning, you're nothing to me like a god to money

Handle your career carefully, you wouldn't want em knowing I write half your words

Sitting in a chair so powerfully, till I come down and rewrite your verse

Like, oh my god, that's better, no shit, I wrote it

Ability potent, folding flows you've never even heard of

No, almost like every song has a verse that's open

Never gonna get it, you can't fake talent, everybody pickin Dedyte over

Cadaver, nobody wanna listen to you, there, I said it

Spit a verse, stun you like a pallet

You know what confuses me though

The way that you won't blow, but you think you will

Nobody ever thinking you will make a mil, or get a deal

If I could describe your career in one word, I'd say cadaver

Matter of fact, you never gonna rise like batter

Comparing us like Pluto to the planet Saturn

Never gonna get it up like old erections, I'm on the right path

You the wrong direction, I'm the coldest menace

You the bone in tennis, always getting out of shape like Michael, sentence

So evil, it's soul penance, it's so bent, it's roll credits

Forming at the mouth, when I see you, bad omens

It's no winning, auto'in domes, and in two seconds

I just spit a better sentence than you could in ten minutes