R.H.O.D.

[Verse 1]
Tarmagant Island (yeah)
A little child was born
Inside of the hellfire over on the horizon (what)
Ragnarok would deliver the Third Reichs when
That's where I find him (yeah)
Sitting silent (unh)
One hand bigger than the other; no sisters or brothers
Came in this world like he'd leave: all alone
A monster born in the rubble and wanted no trouble
Except a cigar once in a while lit by hellfire and brimstone
So he enlisted with the military code named, four letters
He joined it, hero[?] had found some soulmates
Where the weird things go bump in the night y'all
The Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense
Is down to fight y'all
The child of a witch and a demon prince (yeah)
He pulled that sword from the stone
I haven't seen him since
Just some flowers in the path where he walked
They say that you could see the devil when he talked
The devil when he rocked with the

[Chorus]
Right hand of doom, holding the mic
Here's what I'm gonna do for you
I'ma be myself, just a one young rhymer
Only my friends call me Anung Un Rama

[Verse 2]
Yeah, forget all these rappers who talk about
Demons somewhere in they closet, man
I could never profit off of that nonsense
Take it with me to the coffin (yeah)
And if I so often[?] just tell them
I ain't doin' so well
See me screamin' on the edge
Batman outta hell, yeah
Surrounded by strife like most of my life
No matter how big or small that knife in your side
It has its price and I can tell y'all
Some see a demon in me
Semen in the cesspool of humanity
Sometimes 'cause the feeling's in me
An honorary human status
Still the baddest and mad at my ancestors
Don't tell me about what happened in my past
Don't wanna know (no)
Don't really care, got my family right here
Scholars of the weird, I
Toss my legacy, toss my throne
And still these flowers bloom
Whenever I'm stumbling back home
Don't you know, you raised a little boy from hell, pops
Full horns, hooves, and smellin' like roasted peanuts
With the

[Chorus]
Right hand of doom, holding the mic
Here's what I'm gonna do for you
I'ma be myself, just a one young rhymer
Only my friends call me Anung Un Rama

I got the right hand of doom, holding the mic
Here's what I'm gonna do for you
I'ma be myself, just a one young rhymer
Only my friends call me Anung Un Rama

[Outro]
Cause I've been through hell and back
Holding the sword of Excalibur on my back in fact
And I'm still delivering y'all that Silver Age rap
On a pale dark horse 'til it fades to black

I've been through hell and back
Holding the sword of Excalibur on my back in fact
And I'm still delivering y'all that Silver Age rap
On a pale dark horse 'til it fades to black