This is a song about "The mumble server"

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

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

I'm on the block as usual

Ill tell ya straight, i wont mumble,

With such an ugly picture in it and

Had a friend of mine try to use my server last

I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

From the bench to the ball

Mirror mirror on the wall

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back