[Verse 1]
I'm not lawful, make this fella stop talking
You're not one of the gods, you're one of the god-awfuls
We all gawkin' when looking at your Fox
Kid, stick to Smash 4 and losing by four stocks
Not a fan of your style
You ain't standing your ground
Get wins while kicking a man when he's down
Like, "I beat Brayden, I'm the favorite if he chokes!
As far as Cole goes, I'll just wait 'til he's a host."
Ain't no telling how foolish you'll be lookin'
Evidence dot zip can't contain the mad whooping
Right when we realize the money match is over
That'll be your cue to throw your controller

[Verse 2]
Expose you as a fraud
Yeah I'll be blowing you up
Who said you was hot?
I know it wasn't Funk
Been here twelve years and you know I'm showing up
For a man of many words, I think you've said enough
But, the only way to make you hush
First I'll body bag your Pac then dot zip it shut
'Imma put you in your place
Kid, you a disgrace
Get killed quick like that missile hit you in the face
After all of this you'll be watching your mouth
Ain't no telling who'll be calling you out
Salty Suite goes down
You better come correct
Until you win a local show the Tech Gods respect

[Verse 3]
P.S. Tiefoon, I ain't done yet
I'm the underdog so place your bets
Whoever want to see Tiefoon looking dumb
Throw your money on the line cause I'm making some
Gotta say bro you're looking awfully weak
Wait and see what happens at the Salty Suite
Plaid Pac don't suit you so go find another
Teach you a lesson and take back my color

[Intro]
No, he didn't
They didn't do it again
You made a song like this two times, Slop?
Uh-uh, naw, you see that?
This is special right here
Yeah, I’m readin this guy like a book
I’m boutta JV4
Yeah, what's poppin', Slop?

[Verse 1]
Just let me lay back and hit an old simplistic Jigg’ bit
On Pit's shtick, and start flyin like bair’s tip hit
The “Shook Melee Cypher” was my turd
Now we hyper
Than the sight of whites pickin Fox to shine birds
Some of these crowds tourneys draw be rowdy as Berzernie
Still at large, mixed, mastered, packed full of bars
Some of these crowds me and Tiefoon draw
Are too small to be useful, like Lucina with a b--- job
Whoa, not counter-pickin again
With your stickers and pens, getting (chka) triggered again
You and what army could harm me?
Awfully delivering Sloppy on Doc’s beat
Came a long way to makin' these songs play
It'll be a wrong play to bair at me the wrong way
I got a long leg and I carry it all day
But it ain’t a real cypher just bein' all me

[Hook]
And you don't really want to pick, FD
I doubt that you could beat, my sheik
Fox’ll get you sweattin, feel the heat
Finna spotdodge, represent the nation
And you don't really want to go on FD
I doubt that you could beat, my sheik
Fox’ll get you sweattin, feel the heat
Finna spotdodge, represent the nation

[Verse 2]
Aww, naww, big thicc Slop
Full of round stalls, Control stick’s a bong
Back up, finna, read you, baby
(Save me from his playing!)
Give me the mic, let me recite 'til ZeRo’s a d---
Pickin fights with Mango SoPo every night
What if it’s time, a theoretical
Makin' a livin' off of the right technicals
How in the world, do I have the skill to dair off a spike?
Without counter picking the bird
Pickin the turnip right, I’m a bright kid with the burns
Dreamin' at night of screaming' at Fox, schemin' to leave
Get a main, go pro, down B’s as lethal as sheik
I just want to play like M2K and ZeRo, and cheese
With Mango, Leffen, Nairo, MVD, and see
What it’s about, to be who the people believe
In with no doubt, and recently I’m being this mean
So when you see me settin' up like a nerd all cheeky
Or heard the CD usin the bad words so freely
It's just me bein' me; here, want me to tone it down?
(**** my ****ing ****, you ******!) You happy now?
Look here, I start some trouble everywhere that I go
Ask the tourney owners oh, ‘cause they know
I show my skill, they throw me out the back door
I tech and roll back in, they closed it too slow

[Hook]
And you don't really wanna pick, FD
I doubt that you could beat, my sheik
Fox’ll get you sweattin feel, the heat
Finna spotdodge, represent the nation
And you don't really wanna pick, FD
I doubt that you could beat, my sheik
Fox’ll get you sweattin feel, the heat
Finna spotdodge, represent the nation

[Outro]
2021 and forever
Sloppy Toaster
You know it’s Spotdodge Nation comin’ at ya
Come on, yeah