rottenmynded – goat ma5k lyrics
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
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