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letra de rotten - o

[verse 1: o]
it’s hard to believe you’re as hard as you speak
because in reality you are f-cking r-t-rded and weak
so play your cards, what’s the odds of you starting with me?
because you won’t be hard to defeat, leave you departed and beat
bleeding your heart on the streets because you weren’t as hard as you said
so if you shoot or stab me, then pray to god that i’m dead
reach out to father and pray to allah that they’re out of my meds
and i lose the power to carry on to a hospital bed
because if i’m showered in lead and survive, reckon you’ll hide
or you’ll be k!lled by the same guy you expected to die
the question is why? mood swings, letting it slide
i’m like a f-cking playground with no detection of life
what’s left to decide? besides who i’m letting survive
the devil’s inside, a scribe looking death in the eyes
the message inside, aside from aggression and pride
the best has arrived, alive, and expected to thrive

[hook: o]
i’ve gone rotten, i, can’t control myself now
i am daring you, i am daring you
i’ve gone rotten, i, can’t control myself now
i am daring you, i am daring you…

[verse 2: o]
you wanna wrestle with the triggers bro? bam bam biggalo
without your bam bam, you ain’t even gonna jigga low
so deuce, because i’ll leave you in the rubble you’ll forget it yo
without a struggle being made you’re trouble so just let it go
twist you like a dreadlock, catch you with a head shot
five o’ clock rush i’ll leave traffic at a dead stop
shotty to your dear for her dough, call that a buckshot
my name may not ring a f-cking bell but my stuff knocks
why don’t you tell me how these knuckles taste?
swing a punch so hard i’ll break my hand across your f-cking face
fightin’ with a t-tan there’s something frightening inside of me
you need poseidon’s trident and zeus’s lightning to body me
i’m f-cking dope, and all the sh-t i spit is just so f-cking c0ke
that i’m too high to cope with all the sh-t that i just f-cking wrote
that’s because i’m ill at this, militant k!lled the villagers
k!llin’ sh-t til the villages fall to death
and my illness is i’m rotten

[hook]

[verse 3: o]
you mean to tell me the word f-ggot’s offensive?
and if i call a f-ggot a f-ggot he’ll get defensive?
well tell that f-ggot i’ll call him a f-ggot to his f-ggot face
in front of his f-ggot friends outside of his f-ggot place
because i’m a rebel bring your metal if we’re about to scrab
get it, about to scr-p? bring your metal, teach you how to rap
back, and i’m still sick. because i ain’t got immunity
kid i’ve been f-cking ill since the day i started p-b-rty
i’m hungry, daring all rappers to confront me
i’m going ham, eating mc’s like they’re lunch meat
punch me, go ahead i’m begging you to jump me
it gets my rocks off, pop off if you want beef
i’m itching to fight, i’ll hit you with rights
i’m like a f-cking missile in flight, your ticket to christ
i’ll cripple your life with mics and the sh-t that i write
i’m hiding inside of your speakers ice pick and a knife

[hook]

- o

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