Smack out y’a sneaker dusting every feature
S Dutton when I’m barking I’m a glutton for the ether
They talking but when I walk in the room nothing but crickets
I cuffing the bag, smoke yall, then puffing a pack
Call a bluff out, see many tough guys get duffed out
And get touched by the palm of god, knocked the fuck out
Drink Paul Masson to calm the adrenaline surge
It’s Hell on earth, over here even the devils get burned
Thought I was done but the gun butt em thought he was smart
These dumb dumb traveled from his armpit to his heart
One to the head, his conscious dripping down on his arm
Reduced to red meat, time to ship him off of the farm
Ya soul out of here, body disconnected from life
Mom crying unplugging you from an electric device
Reality accepted, objective complete
Thats fair warning, for anybody checking for me
Yo the legend