[Hook: Supertimod]
From dust to dust ash to ash
I'm going into exodus
I think I've lost all my trust
I don't want to fuss or cuss
Now, I am just going to bust (2x)
[Verse 1: Supertimod]
I left civilization and cut off communication
For your information I think I've left the love game times up
Going around for a bone outside like a lost pup-
Py and now this is suppose to make me freaking happy
Yo I am done and on the run for fun yo did you hear me son
I am going to lock and trap myself in my own damn room
It is either Tim or Dim that is it no more Tim of Doom
I keep it hundred and eighty degrees I keep it straight
I do not even discriminate or bring forth hate
I am insecure and unsure who I even like
I'm in the studio I just want to get back on the mic
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Acted stupid like Cupid used me for target practice
I feel like I gave kisses to a cactus
Love is a risk, wager, or bet
When you lose, you will never forget
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Supertimod]
I'm pitiful I'm unable to stop hip hop
I will always be playing with them on Ask.FM
They tell me on that I don't have a hip-hop voice
I guess I am evil I will be bad like Royce
You all surely know that Dim Tim is my split personality
I will put everything towards me like freaking gravity
Like the freaking mayor I am going to run the city
But by my tone you think I am gangsta like Al Chapone
That is just the way I freaking sound when I am in the zone
Are you talking to me, Timod or him, Dim Tim?
I'll tell you what I am the glut of hip hop (Feed Me More)
You only put out slop. I am the cop of hip-hop get on the floor
Freeze mister anything you say can and will be used against you
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[Hook]
[Verse 3: Supertimod]
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My two hands are sore from all this hardwork
Like Rick and Em, I may go berzerk
Absolutely no human contact son
My heart does not attract anyone
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That was a result of me being lonely
Do not take that as an freaking insult surely
It's not your fault I opened the locked vault
I should have at least tried to think it through
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All I had to do was try and mediate
To change this hate and reenter this precious state
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Supertimod]
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I have manifest into a goat
Every single dot and scribble I wrote
Is a piece in this elaborate puzzle
This is the premier screening of the new T-I-M
I get the microphone and start to clear phylum
I need to try and to speak loud and clearly
I don't do this yearly I do it daily
I have no goal because inside my mind
There is no such thing as a finish line
I'll be able to dine with kings and queens
And only if I could do it by any means