Rotten Apples Part. 2 Lee Monro x Ello. C (Ft. 360, Chrispy, Dru Blast, Jeff Molotov & Tagedeasy Heezy)

[Intro: [?]]
Bitch, what?
Apples [?] the bad bitch, what?
We the rotten fuckin' apples [?] bitch, what?
Apples [?] the bad bitch, what?
We the rotten fuckin' apples [?] bitch, what?
The bad bitch, what? The bad bitch, what? (Stay rotten)

[Verse 1: Lee Monro]
Twenty bucks says it's nuff said, you fuckheads
Your double d cups on the nightstand where my mind's kept
Right-wing, but I'm high, lyin', I'm fuckin' sober as
Dobermann only known for exposin' [?] from the overpass (Pass)
Pass whatever, must last forever
Kanye, I'm a cunt, 'cause I'm blunt, no cheddar
Tough, no leather, better off with the fisticuffs
Get a gist of a bitch and I'm liftin off on you sittin' ducks (What?)
So call the roll while I make some calls in a roll
So many fuckin' features, this live is an awful show
'Cause half what you wanna hear isn't here, but I'm thinkin', though
It's prob'ly, 'cause we usin' them names on the fliers, bro—fuck
But that's us, looser than fuckin' gooses
Geese's, Jesus, we leavin' 'em dead, hang with the nooses
Your banger reckin' the loop, and the truth, man, and the proof is
That even Proof fucked with it, all the hate then—excuses (What?)
You can't deny this clone of God personified in flesh
The mane around my face done made your mans look like a lioness
Alpha male scalin' mountains, are you astounded by how I progress?
And made a room full of strangers raise their hands like playin' Simon Says (Simon says)
Sleepwalker put in work while them werewolves are howlin'
Try to fuck with us and prepared for these various outcomes (Bitch)
Strugglin', your current life, I'll forever rest your head
My mind state stay as sharp as a grave guardian's sense of death
Tell your leaders best believe this how we get it in
Coldblooded killin' 'em, still they feelin' me like I'm [?]
Livin' in a prism where Heaven and Hell collide, we classy as fuck
Pass the dutch with our pinkies up, use phoenix feathers to pen the fire
We animals, drunk off fermented bottles of rotten apple juice
So attractive, I make your chick shit her pantaloons
Use my dick to climb up and experience life at this altitude
So I can spartan kick you from it when I punch holes in your parachute