This is a song about "Knuckles the enchudia"

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Black fours red drop head doors

Cause we been off them slave ships

The savage with the statics

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

The realist in the game