Rotten Lyrics

Album: Rotten

So I came to a brand new business

New opportunities ahead, they said

Freshly made costume fits like a dress

Coffee and three rollies, let's not get stressed

Be born, head start, keys, wallet and phone among

On to the tube, I'm fucked, play some Trivium

Get off, church in my way, fuck it starts wrong

Evil smile in which I'm masked on feels so strong

I'mma do my shit as nice as I can, that's all

I'm surrounded in dirt, tryin' not to get junked

By tricksters and grifters whose selfish won't beat me, I'm rough

Before very long, I have no choice but to clear my mind, that's enough

I'm a youngster, I'm not a knucklehead

I clapped my eyes on you and saw the sight of a snake

You’s fuckin' with folks, and it's written on your foreheads

You rug rats go back to your caves or slog hard for your bread

So you wanna steal my joy and mold it into money

You fucking screwballs always, yeah, crushing our journey

And I don't give a damn 'bout your filthy policy

You sons of a bitch, I'm out of this depraved formula, it's rotten

Rotten,

Rotten,

Rot rot rotten

Rotten,

Rotten,

Rotten,

Rot rot rotten

Okay, now fuck off, it's my time to speak

And it won't take just a second 'til I please

'Cause I've done what I've been told

And run smoothly like a cloud

Just to fit in a dickhead's mind

This is no way to function

You all should have been abortions

'Cause it's your way or the highway

That's a grown-up acting in childhood manners

Man, we're all the same, just give me some rest

Fuck, I've got what you want and more

Why does it always end up being my fault, you whores

Your guilty fingers point at others so easily

Stick it up your ass and twist it

And experience what feels like molding to you

Rotten, rotten, rotten, rot rot rotten

Rotten, rotten, rotten, rot rot rotten

Rotten, rotten, rotten, rot rot rotten

So you wanna steal my joy and mold it into money

You fucking screwballs always, yeah, crushing our journey

And I don't give a damn 'bout your filthy policy

You sons of a bitch, I'm out of this depraved formula, it's rotten,

Rotten,

Rotten,

Rot rot rotten

Rotten,

Rotten,

Rotten,

Rot rot rotten

Yeah, it's fucking rotten.