This is a song about "Knuckles the echidna"

The savage with the statics

Look, i tried to call it quits

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

What is hittin' for

For the man of the hour

Knuckles like a callous it's like a fuckin' brick hit you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Yo, turn me up some

Eyes poked out the the raven

Then lost her faith again

The realist in the game