[Verse 1: O.D.I.N.]

Awkward as fuck

Cause I've lost and I've won

Hoping I'd be the one

My back in a hunch

Vomit my lunch

I lead this shit when i punch

Call me the captain of crunch

Uppercut to the stom-

Damn you hurt?

Well thats love

Ain't even tough

Just put on a front

But you gotta so they don't see much

But a fake fuck who ain't none

And you bitch, you're a stank cunt

Oh sorry you didn't get what you want

Me to love you back

Or oh, daddy's new gun

Nah I ain't happy to see ya

You hopin id squeeze ya

Maybe ill make some juice

Drink it and leave ya

And to all you fuck heads who think you know my motives

Can suck this dick till you're chokin'

Wanna be faded

But i ain't tokin' with Jamaican folks

And ain't blowin' o's till I'm dead with this coughin' smoke

Nah no we don'

Care if you like us

Cause when I can I'm gone

LA, Philly or Boston

Guess you can say I'm "outchuh"

[Verse 2: O.D.I.N.]

"Ross you still rap?"

Nah man

Cause if I said yes ya'll would say shit

When you don't know shit

Ain't a fad or a joke bitch

But I really could care less bout what ya'll think

Cause after this I'll never see ya

Or blink, and poof

Pick or choose

Get this Fink money or else ya lose

Yet I do, this for me

And getting a pretty penny put in my pocket

Won't ever make me stop this

I never rolled with the homies I know

Unless we talking Big Smoke, Ryder, and OG Loc on Grove

Won't act like a G

Ya'll fuckers do it for show

Oh, psychedelic tripping on this pavement

Too slow

Going nuts, that hits too low

Yet you still too high

Shooting up, a fly by

Crash the plane and sky die

So ya'll fuckers can learn I'm a nice guy

Choke on my bowtie

Lead the world with a blind eye

While i show you what made me

Beaten, you can't see

The bruises

Look between the lines and lies and truths and you'll see what I'm doinh

No dream I'm pursuing

Just tying my shoes cause I tripped off the shrooms

Boom, I'm out, backed by the glow of the moon

Dark night comin' you'd think id move

[Verse 3: O.D.I.N.]

If I'm lost, I get it, I've lost

No cost in trying to start my heart

Maybe I'm just lost in the art of writing my thoughts on the wall in blood

And I crawl before I walk

My legs are sawed off

The shotgun to top it all off

Hold on, I'm comin'

Nah its nothing, these thoughts are something

Hunted, running, pistol popping, I'm off, I'm running

And loving, the blood loss

And I get it I've lost

Out here I'm stoic, nothing close to a poet

The rain falls, suns gone, I'm lowly

Rivers flowing, head under, I'm finally going, going

Its about time cause I've been hoping id leave in a few moments

And these two roads approaching

Turn around, head under, I'm going

Repeating these words, my minds done showing, my emotions

I'm going

Head under shell shocked, hell locked

Heaven ain't in my sights

Head under, drowning with no fight

Abyss no light

To write these rights is left only cause my life is quite a mess at best

Far from blessed unless Satan came and put his hand on my chest

Burned the crest, ripped my fuckin heart out

Told you I'm a mess at best

Blood covered sure trauma

As the doctors laugh, held by my father

Crying came from my mother

Grown to serve He a butler

Grown from we to me alone surely the I in team

Wipe the sweat from my brow

I'm losing air now

So put in the pinch hitter or switch pitchers

Throw the ball I'll hit hitler with the insanity of a swift blizzard

Ooh mister mister start the fires burning I'll be the pisser

Or I'll be the bitches kisser

List her under the ones who I should burn and wither