•Leave you quick; like when I tripped... n’ fell into it, the ring I’m talking bout, my golden bling; lost to myth.... I"M a legend of the ends that bredit; hobbitons best, that is Longbottom tings atchur behest, I be slangin that since twelve ninety-six, the LB leaf still be the top of the heap. Leave you crumpled piled up like a bleep. Talking female dogs up in this beat, who knew us from the shire brought this much heat