Rotten

[Intro]
Some musicians just have a freakish amount of talent. Most of us learn at a young age that we are not those people. For those who do have that talent to go on to be the singer-songwriters, there's something almost magical about listening to them perform. But it's easy to forget that behind all of the music is a very ordinary person, and sometimes that ordinary person is a terrible human being

[Verse 1: King Gordy]
Uhh! My temper so ill, shit is so real, you can get killed
Even Heathens, leave 'em stinkin', beat 'em bleedin', we some demons
Straight out of the gutter, run up on your mother
Why put on a rubber, make that pussy suffer
I am just a killer, Michael Jackson Thriller
If she is vanilla, put some chocolate in her
Then I will just enter her bedroom window
Kill all your kinfolks, then climb back out the window
Maniac mind state, kill all of my blind dates
Look how high the crime rate whenever I'm in your state
You can't win, this is just a sin
Yes, you can repent but you won't live again
So welcome to the darkness, I have come to spark shit
Have the fire department spraying down your apartment

[Chorus: Illtemper]
Helping hands are fists and our thoughts are fuckin' rotten
Don't care for me, why would I for you?
Look the other way, see your baby in the garbage
Don't care for me, why would I for you?
Helping hands are fists and our thoughts are fuckin' rotten
Don't care for me, why would I for you?
Look the other way, see your baby in the garbage
Don't care for me, why would I for you?

[Verse 2: Illtemper]
'Bout to slay my chick then I'ma go to Idaho
She won't know I killed her 'cause she kinda slow
Just a fucktoy anyway, another vagina so
I made a fleshlight with a kaleidoscope from Five Below
Her son won't shine a ho, made a shrine to cope
Missing his mom dearly but I'm buyin' a boat
Cold on the water today and can't find a coat
White people problems, yeah, I know, we rhyme the most
Linin' soap doin' lines of coke in a pig sty
Watchin' snuff films while strokin' the big guy
Came in my face, blow a load in my blue eyes
Nine inches, yo, nah, I'm just growin' my shoe size
If you're fightin' for your life, I'm hopin' you do die
I backstabbed a friend and broken the dudes spine
At funerals, I'm there showing my rude side
Open the eulogy, all you hear is me open the moon pie

[Chorus: Illtemper]
Helping hands are fists and our thoughts are fuckin' rotten
Don't care for me, why would I for you?
Look the other way, see your baby in the garbage
Don't care for me, why would I for you?
Helping hands are fists and our thoughts are fuckin' rotten
Don't care for me, why would I for you?
Look the other way, see your baby in the garbage
Don't care for me, why would I for you?
Helping hands are fists and our thoughts are fuckin' rotten
Don't care for me, why would I for you?
Look the other way, see your baby in the garbage
Don't care for me, why would I for you?
Helping hands are fists and our thoughts are fuckin' rotten
Don't care for me, why would I for you?
Look the other way, see your baby in the garbage
Don't care for me, why would I for you?