Cloverr - Bones (feat. 89 Ties) Lyrics

There's moans
In my promise
Now there's bones
In my closet

I got bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway
Got webs in my dresser, but you change me every day
You seem to destroy everything, like a hurricane (Catrina)
You mean to rejoice everything, like the holiday (Christmas)
But
It doesn't seem like it
You be lying, you be crying, there's a theme by it (Theme by it)
You make me itch, you make me twitch, you wouldn't stream write it
Even if you, knit, and you pick, it wouldn't seem like it (Grandma)
So get the f*ck up outta here dude
You don't even get more views up on YouTube
BooHoo (Wah)
I hear you crying bad voodoo
Your beats are doo doo, you need some blue clues, so who knew
That
You are trash (garbage)
Yeah I said it
So what the f*ck you gone do while I spread it (Butter)
I'm the best in the game, give me credit
You're a wanna be Dre, just forget it (Want some M&Ms)
So sit back and listen while I diss you
Awe no don't cry yet, you wanna a tissue
I just wanna wish you, and give you, tips you, you want to, continue
So look at this you, gotta pay attention quick too
Cuz
Some producers can't even rap
But me, I'm the f*cking opposite of that
I'm the fire and your the flame
You're the body and I'm the grave

There's moans
In my promise
Now there's bones
In my closet

I fold bones in my dresser and hang nails in these coffins
Cuz The first place people dig up dirt is in these closets
You wanna find anything to link me back to all the defamation that you be spraying
But I got a clog in ya throat bitch
I heard you cried to ya mom and dad
Chris was saying this and that
You wack ass ho
Get my metaphorical dick off ya lips
Be a man on some grown up shit
And take these lyrics to the chin
Clover asked me to throw in some bars
I asked what's the topic today?
He said go after anyone you want
So I took my scope and I set my aim
One for the f*cker who thinks he's a producer
Bitch I heard your song
They make me wanna jump head first into a pool of
Glass wearing a razored thong swim my way out then jog in a marathon In a winter storm
Two for the f*cker who I never heard of that had my old name but what can I say props to that guy
Maybe he'll get more brain more fame and more hopefully he'll get this finger to the face
Sorry offtopic I'm just salty
Which leads me to the third victim
A lil stick bitch with bracelets
Eat a fat dick for coming at me
For blocking you over an impeached president

There's moans
In my promise
Now there's bones
In my closet