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rottenmynded - goat ma5k كلمات الأغنية

loopy snoopy: f_ck you talking ’bout, i’ll slap your favorite rapper dead in the mouth, n_gga. rotten, say the word, n_gga

pyro traxx: ain’t no giving up in this, nah. ain’t none of that, not a n_gga like you

venom: yeah, lyrical exercise cuz we definitely gotta flex on these n_ggas

verse: dear slim, i wrote you but you haven’t called up, if you answer, hold up_ i’ma fart on the phone line, that’s how you gas a goat up_ on contact_ and i want cash for this little contract, get a mathers quarter, masked up like “hand all those masters over”…cuz i’m broke_ so i’m sending this track to rosen_berg, and half the slaughter_house fam_ even nickle is gonna pass the torch, i’m_ only 5’6 but my afro’s taller/bumped your tracks of course, since a kid, with a fix_ of crooked i (eye), like my glasses falling…adjust them, “and just in_ we received news of another puerto rican n_gga tryna smash through doors at forbes, detaching doorkn_bs, said all he wants is for stan to autograph a starter_ cap”…whoa…

nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say_ but don’t everybody f_cking bud in (budden) at once, it’s rotten in the flesh like a zombie with a rash, i’m bold en_ough, to go hop the fence_ at rihanna’s crib_ just to ask for a glass of water_ from between her legs, and drink away_ like a stream from saratoga_ springs, then bend her over_ to see her drip…eat it quick, make a scenic fl!ck_ on the backroom casting sofa/em said she loves kinky sh_t, lil freak tried to stab my scr_t_m_ blood splattered on the_ mattress, vulgar_ when i spit…tried getting roman’s revenge_ with a trojan and bent_ nicki to grab and grope her/before either one of us could climax, her ass exploded…like ahhh…
in my bedroom i used to have aftermath on posters_ like they’re backstreet boys ta’_ young b_tches, way back, when i was on a f_cking psycho_path that led me to smash some daughters…
n_ggas thinking that they’re big shots, when in reality they ain’t nothing but glass mimosas/i’ll smack every clown thinking that it raps ferocious, face painted, rocking all black like_

the crow…

in fact, i noted_ i’m in all black, smacking rap clowns, like batman back_smacking joker…i was 16 when i heard em say he wanted to thrash dakota_ fanning, and i was thinking me too, we should ping pong the b_tch, go back and forward/even catch some action in a fashion store, and wrap a cord ’round macklemore to bash his skull up_ stash my drawers with cash withdrawals that could pay for more than half my wardrobes, and a mansion for us/tell curtis jackson i want mags and kalashnikovs, enough ammo to handle ar_mys…dismantle armor, anim_al, with a brain the size of kardashian wallets…
and i woke up in a sh_tty mood, don’t wanna do no interviews, just wanna k!ll a few of these celebrities you people really get into… eliminate “myself,” _ all thanks to cancel culture, sh_t i’ll probably get canceled ‘fore i_ get the chance to blow up/tell chance i got rhythm and flow, and want cardi on the tip til her back is broke, but_ don’t set me off, b_tch, i’m off_set, and keep 3 blades, hugh jack in wolver_ine…(you got fire!) like i raw_dog smashed a homeless b_tch…and got aids, but decap’d it off_ like nick berg, quick verse_ k!lling, n_gga, what the f_ck do i gotta do for attention?_ say eminem sucks at pop, like he’s trying to vacuum soda?!…or give caitlyn jenner a handjob?, rock a maga hat with yeezys?, bump drakes “controlla?”/wake walt disney out of his rapist coma, then play g_y til i’m scr_ping yola?…or_

_caw_

get crows feet_ from my lack of sleep?, i’m tryna compose a flow that_ even em couldn’t fathom how i managed to cause so much havoc, he ain’t see sh_t like that since the first time he said the word “f_ggot”_ on the slim shady lp, that was my bible, now i don’t buy bull, i do_ not step inside of churches, i start melting, that’s why i’m yelling out to god to f_cking help me!
chika chika

dear slim, i wrote you but you haven’t called up, if you answer, hold up…i’ma trace that phone, and lyrically slash your throat up_ on contact_ and i want cash for this little contract, get a mathers quarter, masked up like “hand all those masters over”…cuz i’m broke_ so i’ll send this track to boogie, gonna bash your roster…half of slaughter_ ortiz gon pass the torch, i’m_ the other boricua, a bad new yorker/bumped

your tracks of course, since a kid, with a fix_ of doc dre, your dad from compton…adjust them, “and just in_ we received news of that f_cking puerto rican n_gga tryna smash through doors at forbes, detaching doorkn_bs, said all he wants is for stans to autograph his starter_ cap”…whoa
ay

you mu’f_ckers relax, cuz rottenmynded not playing

i’m a pile of sh_t…i’m a pile of sh_t…i love you, but i’m a pile of sh_t

la lala_ lala la la lala

- rottenmynded

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