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They be belly floppin I am barely floppin Rarely rockin' with the safety on my holy water Glock I'm steady washin Hades sent me lots of oxycodone lava Clearly poppin'/popping Maybe I should open shop 'cause I'm so hot and taking Satan's profits Fairly obvious There ain't many options So I'm really rotten Vomiting very vicious verses until I ain't responsive Verbal lobotomy violating enemies conscious Colonel/kernel inside of me annihilating cornier concepts Thermal box of machete dropping confetti Like Shady with Mama's spaghetti Slaughtering semi-silly insane syllables and I ain't stopping Cause these rappers ain't IT But they're all clownin Goddamn Let me slow it down So these people can hear me Favorite MC ain't near me They fear me Due respect Don't you ever compare someone dressed to those hanging by threads Niggas weary/wary Took me a seconds To get out my head Jump in my skin I'm my own adversary It's not arbitrary I sliced up the old me Now various artists Are searching for blades that are as sharp as my edge Damn, it came at a cost I was drenched From the days of my traumas I'm wedged Tamed my pain Gifts were harnessed instead To be honest the pits Had me calling it quits So I stayed underarms/under-arms like lieutenants Took duds to the hip Came for blood I am ticked/ tick-ed It's "that time of the month", I'm in sync And not stopping' till all of yoll bled Ye, ye, ye, ye Rolled up on the links But they didn't share People acted cold Now they think I'm sick Tryna act BROS Let me clear the air Same ones talking shit Only network/net-work to put you in a snare Every dog/Dawg gets its day - so I'm told I'm bout to make a bitch of every rapper here Ain't it clear that I just landed in The Game And they told me that I'm out of place Out of pocket for knocking the pants off 'em And I won't stop until I'm at the lace Ngi babama ngama washing Ngakhuliswa yinsipho ne vryf So I dust all these niggas Going dummy Like some Voodoo doll stitches Inyanga yanginiga amathambo we silver How I keep this shit so smoother than lubricants slowly Moving pezulu kwendunu yabo sista Phandle kwalokho I'm outside parameters, ruling And in my own box nje ngezinja Gatvol for laaities Who think bayafika Sommer keep it klipa Kunzima Swearing the Game is their meddie And they've been rock solid Mara clearly Ngibashaye ngestina I got a lot of 'em bitter Die arme kinders Het nie 'n idee van my magte Ek slaat hulle harde en binne Gotta room full of mirrors so I can see winners My hood full of killers Like poverty and dealers And I'm the anomaly they're tryna sway Pero, el chico is fuego Pendejo I just had to be king of SA 'Cause close to 8th grade A cast away came An ashy lad paving Acrobat training Noticed that day that Casper/Cassper been ghost and Nasty ain't C-ing/seeing this Somebody Tellaman/tell a man I got the Flvme/flame I know that I've said it I had to repeat it again and again No antiseptic I'm practically breading infected brains And all I expected is Mad excretion on any act that's appealing to actually seem And pass as a rapper leading the train So pissed And taking a massive crap on all idiots that are saying They're sicker than famous actors Getting syphilis From ticking their stick of liquorice Into the sticky abyss of a bitch with the prettiest face How the f*ck a fucker fucking with me for fucking a beat up Bout to sucker punch a bunch of punks Thinking that they meet up To me, bruh Tloella ho bua masepa Devil sitting on the toilet I've been shitting on niggas And be causing Reaper-Cussions/repercussions When my demons run out of me They're gushin' All the seas are something I could easily summon Like the slippery cum of a girl when I speak in tongues And I burrow into her stomach Ain't bluffing Been going nuts when I'm bussin I'm given out spasms and rushes How do I not have a few young-ings It's double or nothing Been hustling It's either that or the bucket Put all in my actions, I'm hunting Whatever the passion is strutting Endeavour never lacking in substance Whenever I drank my dysfunction Need another bottle of Russian And EMT Seen 'em squabble, and fussing Cause I got TNTs Molotov's and dozen reasons Why these MC's Won't cease to feel the heat from me I mean Even Jesus and G.O.D Said I seep the lake of fire when I speak No prophecies Indeed, I'm here for keeps by their decree They're asking who I be My name Is TOD Nigga