Yeah

The folk legend

Uh

Shout outs to the Laketown

Shout outs to the Mountains, New York

Yo, yo

I car bomb a clown bus, you a wowzer (Right)

I'm down in the dungeon spittin' fire like Bowser

Open your skull like a oyster with the knife, I got no pointers for the night (Nah)

I ass to mouth this track, like an oinker for a wife (Ew)

I live in a Hoville, should have a land bards but got it off the art wiz to bomb part (Fuck, man)

This isn't a written, it's a blood chart, punch bars in combat

Like I shot a load on yo' girl's lumbar (Hahaha)

Spin caps like barber chairs then line 'em up

I got the vibe from stuff

I'm the ghost of Phife unplugged (Rest in Peace)

Back track smack flat slap the hardest

Walk up in the magical land o' art rappers larpin'

LSD snowcones with peppermint, sheets and slabs

Blood of sheep and lamb

Sneak a gram in Jesus Camp

The new Bundy with the rails broke, hair grown

Crowbar in the Camaro, arm in a sling by the sail boats (Hey there, what's up?)

Daydream drift with the pen

Wake up to a fridge with a head

Despondent pickin' up drifters again (Oh man)

June 25, '78, Omen came

Piss test lit in my golden days

No golden sway, cauldron flames

I'll be killin' shit 'til I'm old and gray like Golden State

Brain projectin' real, evil shit

Blow my head off on stage, blood projection

Hit three rows in, float, like a moth sting like a needle brick

Sheets soakin' (Ahh)

'Til I see numbers fallin' like when they plug me all in

Hookers on coke, toppin', I leave heads blown (Uh)

Grandma in the kitchen, I'm deep fryin' the apple freed off fresh grown (Ohh)

Full spectrum lookin' like pesto

The Cursed Tripper, the Legend Progresso

New cult lookin' like Lil' Esco (Oh man)

Rob you in a cave for your echo (Hahahaha)