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)

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Cold

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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

1/2 of Something Wicked

Instagram: @WickedRotten

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

The Real D. Rotten (Prod. Gustavs Strazdins)

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