Dead Pessimists

Dogs Of War

Dogs Of War (Prod. Anabolic Beatz)- Something Wicked

Rotten Dot Com

Yellow Brick Road

Yellow Brick Road (Prod. ALLTRUEAST)

Inner Demon

Inner Demon (Prod. Anabolic Beatz) - Something Wicked

Opening Credits

Opening Credits (Prod. Anabolic Beatz) - Something Wicked

Lyrics:
The names 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 ideology,// 
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 my 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 mother fucker,//
Callin me another Bob Dobalina wannabe, 
Jockin beats 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,
Sent 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 thing that you know me,
But you don’t know a whole side 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 sposed 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 to,//
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 you know not what you do,
I’ll try to find the patience 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 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 sposed to be,//
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…//

Dead Loss

The Real D. Rotten

The Real D. Rotten (Prod. Gustavs Strazdins)

Fire To The Field

Wicked Sinna (Ft. Sinna)

Wicked Sinna(Prod. Anabolic Beatz) - Something Wicked Ft. Sinna

Let Em Know

Let Em Know (Prod. Anabolic Beatz) - Something Wicked

Lyrics:

(Chorus)
We all stay sedated,
If cleanliness is godliness I welcome you to hell,
If cleanliness is godliness you’re lookin at the devil,
feather tips and hollow tips, settin up the ambience 
Round her we all stay sedated,
If cleanliness is godliness I welcome you to hell,
If cleanliness is godliness you’re lookin at the devil,
Plunger through the barrel, take the plunge into unsterile,

From grace on my way to a ghost town, 
Where I know everyone but their faces are warped now//
Couple days in this place and you’ll know how,
Nothings as beautiful as that pace when it slows down//
In love with the pain yet we double up the dope,
Just another broken home off-colored from the smoke//
We all got shit to hide that we shove under our coats,
And the only thing that’s promised is that someone’s gunna know//
Toss another empty bottle in that graveyard,
We all childproof and we all cut the names off// 
Some might get too big and they fall like a rain drop,
Others stay small and they evolve into stage props//
Daily rubbing shoulders with the Devil at the train stop,
Wondering why all us are lost when the saints call//
You may love or hate it but you’ll fucking take a sip,
God all like “yeah that’s just the way it is motherfucker”//

(Chorus)

Nothin here to see, stepping over that broken glass,
Come pull up a seat, but protect ya self where your throat is at//
Don’t react here just listen up,
I know the atmosphere so relaxing//
But control your habits and holster scratchers,
Cuz most the cats here don’t give a fuck //
That Hollywood lifestyle got the hood hype now,
Right now, you could end up lost for good, pipe down//
This ain’t no 5 star dive bar bro,
Where people like to go but they don’t ever go home, no//
Such a delicate world,
We don’t even know why//
For some this is home where the sun doesn’t show,
Wipe the blood from your nose as the pedals of that rose fall//
Clocks ticking could be gone in an instant,
Times a funny trick you’ll get lost as goes by//
But Lifes a delicate thing,
And we don’t even know why//

(Chorus)

The Scold's Bridle

Heroin Hotel

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Toxic Talk

Toxic Talk (Prod. Anabolic Beatz) - Something Wicked

Soft Times

Soft Times (Prod. Agarrr)

Pet Cemetery

Pet Cemetery (Prod. Anabolic Beatz) - Something Wicked

Alien Watts

Alien Watts (Prod. Anabolic Beatz) - Something Wicked

Area 5150: The Reasy Project

I Don't Know

I Don't Know (Prod. Reasy Beats)

Fly Straight

Fly Straight (Prod. Black Lions Beatz)

Area 5150 (Ft. Euphonic Aspekt, Blonju)

Area 5150 Ft. Euphonic Aspekt & Blonju (Prod. Reasy Beats)

The Downside Dub

The Downside Dub (Prod. Reasy Beats)

A5150: The Anabolic Project

Prophecies

Prophecies (Prod. Anabolic Beatz)

Starved Arteries (Ft. Dirty Lint Trap)

Something Wicked - Starved Arteries (Prod. Tetra Sound Beats)

Rosetta Stoned

Something Wicked - Rosetta Stoned (Prod. Black Lions Beatz)

Area 5150: The Anabolic Project

Burden Of Proof

Burden Of Proof (Prod. Anabolic Beatz)

Let Em Get Their Rest

Let Em Get Their Rest (Prod. Reasy Beats)

Rise Up

Rise Up Ft. Euphonic Aspekt (Prod. Reasy Beats)

Through The Grapevine

Through The Grapevine (Prod. Anabolic Beatz)

Area 5150: Part II

Area 5150: Part II (Prod. Anabolic Beatz)

Cold

Cold Ft. ThisFoolSean & Euphonic Aspekt (Prod. Reasy Beats)

Doja Freestyle

Please Donate What You Can

Please Donate What You Can (Prod. by JCHL)

Rotten's Bad Fur Day

Rotten's Bad Fur Day (Prod. by Pelthunter)

Stock Photos

Pyramid Scheme

Pyramid Scheme (Prod. Pelthunter) - Something Wicked

Now I'm This Way

Now I'm This Way (Prod. Pelthunter) - Something Wicked

Dark Passenger

Dark Passenger (Dexter Theme Remix - Prod. Pelthunter) - Something Wicked

Ghosts and Roses

Ghosts and Roses (Prod. Reasy Beats) - Something Wicked

Last Words

Last Words (Prod. Anabolic Beatz) - Something Wicked

Versace

Versace (Prod. Anabolic Beatz) - Something Wicked

Long Beach, CA Hip Hop artist D. Rotten creates his own off-brand version of whatever the fuck. From dark & twisted raps influenced by conspiracy theories, aliens & witchcraft to his fusion of grunge/indie rock/hip hop (basically if Nirvana fucked Rage Against The Machine, had a son with the voice of the milkman who doesn't make music, and that son bought his drugs off Sublime), D. Rotten spits however he’s feeling in the moment. I identify as an opera singer so don’t call me a rapper

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Instagram: @WickedRotten

Down to throw a verse on anything for free jus DM my IG or hit me up at
RottenReasoning@gmail.com

D. Rotten

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