Tone (Ed Sheeran)

Yeah, Slumdon Bridge Mr. Red, Catfish Back me up Let's go I’m out to bark again, ball cracked on the target, demolish it Don’t jump, I just see, nah, took a swattin', then Think while I jump back on the beat, like I need audiences To speak too like a leech, needs to retrieve blood Should I creep into these ambient sounds with the speech? Obvious Witness the retardedness with cerebral palsy, that's several pauses You might need a coffin with holes on the top of these tubes to receive oxygen You buried alive like a freak, six feet Clawing and snatching and clawin' like a cat And a dog and a rat And a hog in a pen With a frog and all there is to eat Is frog and they Beat each to a pulp with nails, teeth and jaws and then They fight to the death for at least a piece off of them See that you back to bars again, he's all asleep in coffin, man I’m all, they all that’s been, ever was at the start of it You mention the squad and then You mention the god of pens Not of it, but I'm harder then Flesh I’m harder than titanium brass plates that are polished in Sticking emcees off like a fly trap, or a bobby pin When I rap I’m astonishing I attack tracks like a train track strapped to a bomb and send Shockwave’s that's what I made, got this bastard popping then I spit on my pop's grave without apologin' Take shits on shih tzus Pisses on igloos Throw it up to the whole fucking world, it's sick too Vomitin' stomach fluid like you just ate shit stew Did I say shit again? Do I give a shit, dude? Neither does [?] or they [?] Swimming in this ocean no, he just moves What I’m trying to say is, it’s my motherfucking ocean And I crossed it Built a bridge, the Slumdon Bridge, holla!