[Intro] (Low eerie piano + distant gunshots and shovel sounds) Yeah... crawled out the dirt... Boneyard raised me... Still reppin' where the dead don't rest... [Verse 1] I come from the Boneyard where the tombstones talk, Graveyard shift, we let them choppas walk. Dirt on my boots, blood on my name, Ghosts in the trap sing the same refrain. They buried my dogs but the spirits still ride, Hollow tips fly when the full moon hides. Concrete crypts, we stack bodies like bricks, One wrong look and you join the statistics. Boneyard forever, ink in my flesh, Skulls on my chain, death on my breath. You tourists scared, run from the fog, We live in the horror, you're just a log. [Chorus] BONEYARD! Rep it till my heart stops beatin', BONEYARD! Where the reaper stay schemin'. From the graves we rise, no surrender, no cease, Drill through your chest, leave your soul in pieces. BONEYARD ETERNAL! Mud on the kicks, Horrorcore drill, we the kings of the crypts. Come from the dirt, always rep the yard, Cross that line — get buried hard! [Verse 2] Nightmares manufactured in the back of the trap, Voices in my head say "put 'em on the map." I see dead ops walkin' when the bass drop low, Phantom black hoodies movin' through the smoke. We drill in the darkness, no lights, no cameras, Turn your block to a slaughterhouse, no drama. Moms light candles but the flames go cold, Boneyard raised killers who were never told. Tatted "R.I.P." on every fallen soldier, But we still outside, gettin' colder and older. You soft like tissue, we bones and decay, Step in the yard and you fade away. [Bridge / Horror Breakdown] (Slow menacing drill beat switches to horror strings + distorted screams) Feel the ground shakin'... bones rattlin' underneath... They can't escape the Boneyard... WE ARE THE HAUNTED! (Explosive drill return) Chop! Chop! Choppa sing the requiem! [Final Chorus] BONEYARD! Rep it till my heart stops beatin', BONEYARD! Where the reaper stay schemin'. From the graves we rise, no surrender, no cease, Drill through your chest, leave your soul in pieces. BONEYARD ETERNAL! Mud on the kicks, Horrorcore drill, we the kings of the crypts. Come from the dirt, always rep the yard, Cross that line — get buried hard! [Outro] (Fading gunshots, shovels, and evil laughter) Boneyard... till death... and after... We still here.
