Big D - Bones of Contention

{Part I}
Ay Skelebones I’ve had enough of your shit
Ay that’s why you got no muscle mass that’s why you got no class
Imma get a Glock and shoot your skinny ass
Ay, I’ve had enough of playing it safe, imma break your head with a vase
Probably easy to do since it’s nothing but bones
Yeah, there’s no muscle there
Ay there’s no skin there
You’re just free fucking Skelebones

Ay there’s no muscle there
And there’s no father there
Ain’t there no fucking skin thеre
You fucking skinny ass prick
That’s why you gotta get back to your fucking country
Make mе some curry bitch
On lord Vishnu you got no fucking shit to do
Except read your math books like you young Sheldon
Little picky ass fuck

Shut the fuck up before you get jumped by PCE
I don’t give a shit, jump him now, take his shit
It’s easy to do
He’s vulnerable, gullible, I could tell him the biggest bullshit and he would believe it
Fucking re-
Ayy, Skelebones, why you gotta be so loud?
Skinny bitch standin' in the crowd
Gonna shut you up, make you eat your words
Skinny fella think he tough, but he just a nerd
Ay, shut the fuck up
Skinny bitch talking loud, ain't no need to act tough
Skelebones, Skelebones, keep that mouth closed
Skinny ass friend, man, everybody knows you like Moksha
Oh that’s right, yeah, “shes not your crush though”
You better learn how to hush
I’m boutta make you buss
Ay, ay, you gonna get pushed
Little fucking nerd get back into math books
Rap is not your thing and neither is no social life
Yeah, won’t shut up yeah you always on your phones
And you know we talking bout Skelebones
You acting like you own the throne
Need to put you in check, gotta make you known
Skinny bitch always yap, never know when to stop
Think he runnin' on that shit, but you just a skinny top
Gonna put you in his place, gotta make you drop
Ay you better listen, 'fore you gettin' stomped bitch

{Interlude: Chinito & Big D}
What top five are you smoking on? (Yeah that’s right, fucking pussy ass bitch Avijith)

{Part II}
Ay, I started out goin soft on the track
My four-four's givin payback
I got my life back on track
That moschino shit is so back
Imma give you piece of mind just to put it on these beats
Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans
Tackling! right there on your instruments
Playing! right there on the track
“Blindfolded my own insecurity” yeah that shits holding you back
Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring
Labelled nerdy for your intellectual wording
But time to get on track
This is why your fella mad
Now im ready for my first track
Where the black girls get their weaves back
You don't even know why you on this track
While you pop like a snappin' crack

Fucking pussy ass bitch

Ay you think you're so fucking cool
But underneath it all, you're just fucking a fool
Your bones may be skinny, but your ego, shits fat
It's time to face the facts, it's time to chat
You may be Indian, but you're lacking spices
You're so bland, you need to take some advice
Hit the gym, put some meat on those bones
Stop living in a fantasy, come back to reality zones

You may think you’re skinny, but your words cut deep
You think you're tough, but you're just a black sheep
Following the herd, afraid to stand out
But I see through your facade, without a doubt

Skelebones 2 coming very soon…