Adam WarRock - R.H.O.D. lyrics

[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 [Hook] 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 Scarlets 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 [Hook] 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