Lyric Dr. Jeckyl & Mr. Bones

Perhaps we can make a deal....

Who is it? Dr. Jekyl or Mr. Bones?
Come quick cuz I m still, I m chillin at they fuckin door
But wait a minute, could you unlock the door? You re in my jam
Cause I can do it man, I know I can
But is it me or Mr. Bones rappin ?
Tombstone tappin
Voices laughin
When we castin
Many spells or many hexes, you can t even tell
So go and help fore your brain swells
Part of being a sick man is tryin to keep my sanity
Label my tapes explicitely because of the profanity
But wait a minute, I m the fuckin killa
I ll hang yo ass up like Michael Myers in the cellar
A dweller
I m on the display, it s sad but true
But, uh....fuck you
Cause I ain t got shit to prove

All my friends say I m a cool young man
All my friends say I m a cool young man

Verse 2, I m still psycho-trippin
I m on the hunt for a bitch that I can stick my dick in
But if she give me some shit
Mr. Bones, or hell, anybody, it s a guaranteed wig split
With an axe to the dome
Fuck the chrome
Because I d rather get my bone on
And get my bone on is what I must
I m leavin niggas three-six degrees, turnin suckas to dust
But when I bust
Never felt no tragedy
The roads that I walk are filled with dirt so feel no panic
Still broke
I m the funky brother named Bones
And I m always on the run, let the skin stone
But the biotridy is comin quickly
And if you step in my path, I m gettin with thee
So if you try to take me on
Never come alone
Or you ll feel the wrath of Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Bones

All my friends say I m a cool young man
All my friends say I m a cool young man
All my friends say I m a cool young man
All my friends say I m a cool young man
All my friends say I m a cool young man
All my friends say I m a cool young man
All my friends say I m a cool young man
All my friends say I m a cool young man
All my friends say I m a cool young man