This is a song about "Rotten"

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

He must travel to hell, wait, survive the rotten smell, wait, then ring a bell

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

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

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

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Death due peak, toxic rotten leak my mouth seeps.

And she throws up whatever she eats

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them