Hidden Inventory (Toji Fushiguro) Shwabadi (Ft. Oricadia)

[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Prodigal bastard
Offing the masters
How come the outcome is often disastrous
Prolly the product of factors that cause me to act up
Sorcerer killer
Sort of a villain
Sordid and awful, they're all in their feelings
Source of my living is morbid, of course it’s a corpse that'd score me a killing
Of course I'm a force to be reckoned with
Heavenly restriction, I’m the reckoning
I'm the better, never need a second wind
'Cause if he's second guessing, guess I'm sevеring
And separating heads and necks, plеase, don't get upset
It's a job, and I don't leave my bed for less than
Twenty racks, and you know bread is bread
So if they get a bounty, then they end up dead
Fuck it
I might just kill the others out of spite
I ain’t got no brothers left that crowd behind
Never described as being sound of mind
If they can’t keep up, they ain't worth their weight
I can be real patient, it’s worth the wait
When I dive on a mark, I'm a bird of prey
Too gruesome, cut to commercial break
You need a sorcerer dead, right?
Toji's the man that you get
Fight for your life, but you don't stand a chance
Cursed energy’s nothing, I got my hands
Lost all my zen, now I don't fuck with clans
I sold my future to run from my past
Sold off my son when I sold off my soul
I'm just a soldier that counts up the bands