This is a song about "Knuckle"

A verbal knuckle sandwhich, how bout a double decker

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

Need the mighty duck's luck, or a knuckle puck

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

A bunch of knuckle fucks who snuck a buck but it doesn't matter

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

The rubble, so i threw my mic at him like a knuckle ball,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Don't you know what knuckle sandwhich is, best that you get

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Music now days is torture,bloody knuckle with a quarter,