Yeah, Slumdon Bridge
Mr. Red, Catfish
Light me up
Let's go
I�m out to bark again, ball cracked on the target, demolish it
Don�t jump out your seat, nah, take a squat and then
Think while I jump back on the beat, like I need audiences
To speak too like a leech, needs to retrieve blood
Should I creep into these ambient sounds with the speech? Obvious
Witness the retardedness with cerebral palsy, that's several pauses
You might need a coffin with holes in the top, with these tubes to receive oxygen (yeah)
You're buried alive like a freak, six feet
Clawin' and snatchin' and all
And like a cat, and a dog
And a rat, and a hog
In a pen
With a frog and all there is to eat
Is frog and they
Beat each to a pulp with nails, teeth, and jaws and then
They fight to the death for at least a piece off of him
See that, you back two bars again
He's asleep in a coffin, man
I�m all thee all that�s been, ever was, I'm the start of it
You mention the squad and then
You mention the God of pens
Not of men, but of harder than
Flesh, I�m harder than titanium, brass plates that are polished in
Sticking emcees up like a fly-trap, or a bobby-pin
When I rap, I�m astonishing
I attack tracks like a train-track strapped to a bomb and send
Shockwave�s that's what I made, got this bastard popping then
I spit on my pop's grave without apologin'
Take shits on shihtzus
Pisses on igloos
Throw it up til the whole fucking world is sick too
Vomitin' stomach-fluid like you just ate shit-stew
Did I say shit again? Do I give a shit, dude?
Neither does Little Johnny give a shit if he sniffed glue
Or Bethoveen care if you like his hair or the stick used
To orchestrate, or does a porpoise hate when you dip through
Swimming in his ocean, no, he just moves
What I�m trying to say is, it�s my motherfucking ocean
And I crossed it
Built the bridge, Slumdon Bridge, holla!
