[Intro: Killa Fonic]
The rod bloomed
The rod bloomed, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Killa Fonic]
The rod bloomed out of me and now I reap it
It's no new monster, it's evolution
And I break patterns when I do it so I won't wither
And if I go in the ground, I'm gonna go with them

[Verse 1: Killa Fonic]
Liquor on her body, I drown myself dry and I bury myself in drugs again
I know, the vanity is their sin, the industry is still from the past
Oh no, no, no, no, no, I don't play anymore, but I still fall in the mud
I ain't greedy, but I would so drown myself in their guap, sister
Crow, watch my back and I swear we won't ever become their prey
My thugs are elegant and they never involve themselves emotionally, no, no
I keep a ho, parallel with the soil, ah, hey
A la Santana's guitar, I make her sprinkle the hall
I have a foggy head, mami, I don't even feel the pen anymore

[Verse 2: NOSFE]
I wouldn't give Satra away for nothing
You need to live Satra to know what I'm saying
The foes are jelous of my rod, I dedicate to them
Exactly the moment when they actually click
When I was doing underground rap, where were you, rapper?
(Fuck your mother)
'Cause actually now when I make the music that I make
You come into the light to say that you knew me
I'm sorry, you lost the opportunity to be my fan
Sorry, you lifted my thing at the net
I'm how I've always been, me
On these useless guys I wouldn't waste a penny
Pimp dreams, sleep, sleep, I ain't a gentleman
At the end of the day, me the artist-human, simple
I mean, me an artist and you a simple human, simple
I win and you lose time
(Fuck your mother)

[Hook: Killa Fonic]x2
The rod bloomed out of me and now I reap it
It's no new monster, it's evolution
And I break patterns when I do it so I won't wither
And if I go in the ground, I'm gonna go with them

[Verse 3: Super ED]
Guta took a bite out of that filthy apple, mmm
Now I bear cosmos rod, mmm
Slimy, I have blue blood of a vain slave, mmm
He, he is Count Montechrist, mmm
Pussy, pussy, pussy, we all came out of you, you artist
You made us all beautiful like Mephisto
Pure sinners in movies translated by Margareta Nistor
The dead walk through Shadow's Valley with Dristor shawrma
Mushi, yo, I'm, I'm (?) feeling better
I eat calpih from the caliphate (?)
I smoke 'til I teleport to my spaceship
Where the rod of my science-fiction labor is
Closed in the diplomat with the light from Pulp Fiction
I'm addicted to Mary like James Dean (?)
And idiot like the prince biting only pussy, it moves me, moves me

[Verse 4: Keed]
The pussy moves, Guta, pinch me, please, wake me up
I wasn't dreaming, ha, to me it's not if it falls, it falls
To me it falls for sure, the thing became simple
'Cause maybe, because and other things like these don't get their movies, buster
The cinematheque equipped only with blockbusters
Click, click, I get the money out the envelope, envelope
30 million in a month of clothes, I don't even work myself up
The cut from Satra and the cut from PugLife
In just a few months of life I gave you backdrop
'Cause I've been a smart crow and you don't even know
How much I was coiling when you were only sitting around
I give her a house on the table, the stack of pistachio
I put whipped cream on her pussy and lick her clit
Time is relative, I say, that's why I stay on the beat
For duty like it's nothing
Tick, tock, they burn 'cause I planted seeds
For 10 years and now I reap the rods
The rods, nibble them, it nibbles them
Rods in everyone that supports me
I mean all my satrathugs and all my keeds
Luci, stop, it's too much, cut it
You'll find out the follow up in the next broadcast

[Hook: Killa Fonic]x2
The rod bloomed out of me and now I reap it
It's no new monster, it's evolution
And I break patterns when I do it so I won't wither
And if I go in the ground, I'm gonna go with them