Rot!

Got no love for imposters
Whacking these moles like targets
Put a rat back in its hole like a carcass
Fuck around, end up on the black market
Darkness abound but I'm just now getting started
I never give 'em my respect
I remember when they said
I was better off dead
Then I came up from the ground with contempt for the living
Digging ditches 'cause I'm out for revenge, never quitting
'Cause it cuts deep
Freddy in the sheets, never sleep
Better wake up running if you see me in your dreams
Taking names, keep 'em coming
Hit the replay button
Roll the tape, 'cause I'm sticking to my grudges
Never budging, yeah

Call me the dreg of society
Bite the bullet and grind my teeth to resist
I'll pull myself up to dry by the roots
'Fore I rot from the outside in

You ain't got a clue what I've been through
What I might do if I ever see you
Tried to cover up my scars in gauze
It always bleeds through
I just play the cards I've got
Like four, three, two
Calling every shot like it's eight ball
Never miss a chance, if you wanna dance
You can find me walking up your block
With a can full of napalm
I'm the boss now
Throw a hand, and you're AWOL
Stay calm, don't set me off
If you think I'm ever letting up
Then you're dead wrong
I'm hella petty and I'll kill it like Eddie Brock
Got enough venom in this pen to fill a whole damn reservoir

Call me the dreg of society
Bite the bullet and grind my teeth to resist
I'll pull myself up to dry by the roots
'Fore I rot from the outside in

I'm not one of you, I'll never be
I'm not one of you, I'll never be
I'm not one of you, I'll never be
I'm not one of you, I'll never be

(Let's brace for the end)
(Let's brace for the end)



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Hayes Ingram
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