The Real D. Rotten Lyrics

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

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 these 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 recommend it, I'm choosing the apple

Voodoo! Still room? I eat that snake's food too

Keep saying that my tracks isn't tight

I ain't gonna blame it on the fact that I'm white

I ain't gonna blame it on the slope of hip hop cuz the fact is

You still alive and know, and some new shit 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 I'ma 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 you know not what you 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 a 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