This is a song about "Johnny rotten"

Your shot is rotten, now we rised up, ain't stopped the plottin',

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My lyrics are a toxin, its quite rotten but bitch i'm a spartan rollin on dubs like a

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

And of course, my car's off course

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Before i start to rest, i'll eat on rotten pests

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love