This is a song about "Rotten corpse"

Serve me 'cuz hip-hop degrades you, bitch i'll strip your corpse,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Best be prepared for the outlaws

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Prime your rotting corpse with lime

Until the end of time

So i'm trying something fresh or maybe reviving a corpse

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it