THE ROTTEN

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Dejuan the DON

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Match packs, Goonies after fat stacks
Snatchin' manes, Lois Lane trades the feral cat snacks
A 9 lifer baking pies for pied piper
See these vines could hide vipers
Eye a sniper, make him cypher

Finds the vibe alchemical
Theories more seminal
Outspoken, out smokin' militant general
Strangest ways, mermaids says his style is quite mythical
Beg him for attention keep the wine and dine centerfold

Does the job well let the shillings sing
Poles ah hold em off, think fast to combat pillaging
Found her with the iron, a flask and a clad nipple ring
Tell me to conspire, selective, some bad listening

Get the vocals off, sick like choir
Shordy still sore from all that dick the night prior
64 Palms ah get your combos higher
Nifty more wrongs, kick a trombone squire

Papa told me slow down there's no stopping this
Seeping fury Don assured a pure apocalypse
Rising death toll, enough to stop the optimist
Wisely let's roll, survivals an accomplishment

Life could be aight but it ain't often bright
Cats is oddly hype, bars be dull, army knife
Sent to cure the strife, closely, watch him alter fright
Pushin' dope delights, they're aware of Walter White

Keep a tome clutched, quick to make em blow chunks
Boujee but she robust, like to feed her donuts
Tell a hoe mush, even if i'm in no rush
Suck like I got gold nuts, go nuts, hold up

Throw a punch, foul, now the refs start examinin'
Jazzy crews pay the crudest dude to handle the mandolin
County blues attack unruly few, the cameras be panderin'
To the largest demographic, all sheep, easy scammin'

Guess that's all in a day's work, the government eats first
And lie til they teeth hurt, start doing your research
It's crazy how we work, our lives and cant get by
The states keeps our funds low, so wealthy can sit high

Shit is wack, buncha pricks pokin' holes in our economy
Pull the cards, bar for bar, bards for armed robbery
Triple 2s, triple 3s, forbidden fruit, spittin' seeds
Bullets hit the bricks for free, wagon lights they shine like Tiffany Diamonds
I'm meant to be wildin', no sense in me smilin'

Stow the cloak and mask and put a face to the tyrant
You're facing the giant, wall against my back so how im backing down
Time is up, you clowns, exact the revolution now

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