Rotten

[Verse 1: O] It's hard to believe you're as hard as you speak Because in reality you are fucking retarded 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 killed by the same guy you expected to die The question is why? Mood swings, letting it slide I'm like a fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking face Fightin' with a titan there's something frightening inside of me You need Poseidon's trident and Zeus's lightning to body me I'm fucking dope, and all the shit I spit is just so fucking coke That I'm too high to cope with all the shit that I just fucking wrote That's because I'm ill at this, militant killed the villagers Killin' shit til the villages fall to death And my illness is I'm rotten [Hook] [Verse 3: O] You mean to tell me the word faggot's offensive? And if I call a faggot a faggot he'll get defensive? Well tell that faggot I'll call him a faggot to his faggot face In front of his faggot friends outside of his faggot place Because I'm a rebel bring your metal if we're about to scrab Get it, about to scrap? Bring your metal, teach you how to rap Back, and I'm still sick. Because I ain't got immunity Kid I've been fucking ill since the day I started puberty 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 fucking missile in flight, your ticket to Christ I'll cripple your life with mics and the shit that I write I'm hiding inside of your speakers ice pick and a knife [Hook]