D. Rotten - The Real D. Rotten

The name's Rotten, thoughts rotten as they ought to be
Audibly not proper, my harmony lacks harmony
And I don't give a fuck if you don't follow me, follow me
Follow deez nuts with you false ideologies
I ain't tryna be Em I ain't tryna be Webb
Honestly man, I ain't even tryna be next
I ain't tryna hear critics tell me stay in your own lane
I'm tryna vent and not smoke that ass outa road rage
Got no chain, we not the same
If I wanted one I'd lop your whole top to take
Y'all won't breathe near the mic like this chocolate rain
You the man when you spitting it but not today
Hallelujah. That's grace. Chop the food up
Hakuna matada. Honor the gods then go rob Buddha
I'm ominous my hominid.. probably walk through ya
To rid the earth of every monument y'all threw up
It's amazing. I dont know the rules to these games y'all playing
Drop a draw 4 on your draw 2 motherfucker
Callin me another Bob Dobalina wannabe
Jockin beats, nah, this a mob sauna meetup
Got the Maserati copped, we was hot boxing Kias
And it's not from hip hop. Talks cheap. My talks cheaper
Send a beat slot I'ma mop it for free
I got the Parmesan cheese with the sauce and the season
Badabing I'm popping Onomatopoeia
Droppin rock cocaine, go Rod Farva for the liters
So where's the freakin uhh gabagool
Play The Town like you gem get dropped like a jewel
You might think that you know me
But you don't know a whole side that you don't see
And you don't see growth if you don't sow the seeds
So I'm only as friendly as I'm supposed to be
They saying D. Rotten please sit down
Before you wipe one grandparent from each kid out
You think I give a damn about a Grammy? D. spit gout
Blast rounds and knock her knee cap out
Y'all don't need prosecution to hassle
The asshole who brings his own noose to the gallows
If the snake recommends it I'm choosing the apple
Voodoo, still room? I eat that snakes food too
Keep saying that my tracks isn't tight
I ain't gunna blame it on the fact that I'm white
I ain't gunna blame it on the slope of hip hop cuz the fact is
You still alive and know, and some new shot dope too
Still won't hear me referencing Goku. Still don't watch anime
Still won't say "it's lit" or give my man the blame
Like a wick under the lantern flame
I burn baby burn, I'm a different type organic base
Grit of a Comanche raid, my hit up up style
Spitting witches blood, pistol pump, lift it up, BLOW
Chant til enchanted then brandish an amulet
Banish your antics then brand it in Sanskrit
Attune with two hands and the dance is romantic
Channel mysteries that caused Atlantis to vanish
I'm tryna understand your commandments
So ima let you finish, let the novelty diminish
And now all I hear is crickets, I strike worse than poverty has stricken
You won't get the upper hand on the mantis
Good golly he has risen
What? I don't got qualities envisioned in the godly one
I gotta be forgiving
For they know not what they do
I'll try to find the patience though, even for a shmuck like you
The curtain hasn't fell, I been working on myself
Still ain't perfect, hell, I still hold on to stuff like screws
You might think that you know me
But you don't know a whole side that you don't see
And you don't see growth if you don't sow the seeds
So I'm only as friendly as I'm supposed to be
They saying D. Rotten please sit down
Before you wipe one grandparent from each kid out
You think I give a damn about a Grammy? D. spit gout
Blast rounds and knock her knee cap out

Written by:
Euneka Trufant

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