Tone (feat. Yelawolf)

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!