Dredging Mud

Intro:

Yeah, the Folk Legend, uh, shout outs to the Laketown, shout outs to the Mountains, New York, yo, yo

Verse:

I car bomb a clown bus, you a wowser (Right)
I'm down in the dungeon spittin' fire like Bowser
Open your skull like a oyster with a knife, I got no pointers for the night (Nah)
I ass to mouth this track, like an oinker for a wife (Ew)
I live in a Hoville should have a land bards but got it off the art wiz to bomb part (Fuck, man)
This isn't written it's a blood chart, punch bars in combat
Like I shot a load on yo' girl's lumbar (Hahaha)
Spin caps like barber chairs then line 'em up
I got the vibe from stuff
I'm the ghost of Phife unplugged (Rest in Pеace)
Back track smack flat slap the hardest
Walk up in thе magical land o' art rappers larpin'
LSD snowcones with peppermint, sheets and slabs
Blood of sheep and lamb
Sneak a gram in Jesus Camp
The new Bundy with the rails brow, pair grown
Crowbar in the Camaro, arm in a sling by the sail boats (Hey there, what's up?)
Daydream drift with the pen
Wake up to a fridge with a head
Despondent pickin' up drifters again (Oh man)
June 25, '78 Omen came
Piss test lit in my golden days
No golden swathe, cauldron flames
I'll be killin' shit 'til I'm old and gray like Golden State
Brain projectin' real, evil shit
Blow my head off on stage, blood projection
Hit three rows in, float, like a moth sting like a needle brick
Sheets soakin' (Ahh)
'Til I see numbers fallin' like when they plug me O in
Hookers on coke, toppin', I leave heads blown
Grandma in the kitchen, I'm deep fryin' the apple freed off fresh grown (Ohh)
Full spectrum lookin' like pesto
The Cursed Tripper, the Legend Progresso
New cult lookin' like Lil' Esco (Oh man)
Rob you in a cave for your echo (Hahahaha)