i'ma pass you the bone Pass the bone kid, pass the bone Pass the bone kid, pass the bone Pass the bone kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, so I can rule
pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone
Translation: Genius. Pass The Bone.
ma pass you the bone Pass the bone kid, pass the bone Pass the bone kid, pass the bone Pass the bone kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, so I can rule
I'm restin' my bones. I'm restin' my bones for the times I fell, fell and hit myself on the ground. Restin' my bones for the loneliness, of being the only genius
yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass
Peace, peace! Dirty, ol dirty bastard The Genius! The Genius I'll grab the mic and now I damage you Cut your whole stamina, here comes the medical examiner
sit back Xzibit: Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don't feel Same style and delivery Might as well have his grill Pass the scaple, the alcohol
Oh what a woman what a dame what a beauty Baby gotta find out what's ya name and your duty That's what I was thinking when you pass me by I've never
dark and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, he had been passing through
baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin', yo this made of glass nig Get your big Adidas off my moms table man Get the fuck off it man Yo just chill man, pass
and going home I'm a show you all stupid ass motherfuckers (Coming soon, nigga) Dumb ass niggas The heir to the throne South nigga bred to the bone But
soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass
will still come out tomorrow and shine shine shine like gold mine Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
why I'm restin' my bones I'm restin' my bones for the times I fell, fell and hit myself on the ground Restin' my bones for the loneliness, of being the only genius
Destroyeth Thee. He Damneth Thee and Driveth Hooks into Thy Body. Isis Sayeth in Mighty Voice, "The Number of Thy Days are Cut Short. Thy Bones are Broken
Bare hands Bones crack Skin is slack Clickety clack Goodnight Mister nobody is back Behind the sofa Memories crawl Scribbling all the while On a contorted