Tekster:
Rottin Raskalz Rottin Ta Da Core

head and the shit is gettin' deep How a nigga like me Gonna make it as a rapper Just a thief of da bricks That been in and out the slammer Now I gots

[Fam] What's the problem, Officer? I ain't be did nothin You on my back sweatin me like I'm some kid frontin I'm tryin to do my thing, Ingle and Illtown

afro Outlaw, Rottin Raskal [Diesel] Guess who, the hooligan you hate to see Yesterday was in your face, but now I'm in your TV The same nigga from Da

[Chorus x4] One time for ya mothafuckin mind an' One time for ya mothafuckin mind [Fam] I'm creative, creatin with creativity Intensively care about

your styles like surgical incisions Envision somehow, someway you be better than me You couldn't fuck around, you nut, I'm a ecstasy Forgotten just as fast as you came with no name Rottin

Check it out, yeah Rottin Razkals, Cruddy Click, nigga I'll have your back on that wall Get your back off that wall, boy Ill Town, Inglewood, boy Get