Who Rotten 'em

Slick Rick

One of the greatest rapper walk I'm sayin'



In the field makin' my brick without hayin'



Mad busy kid nah whip cut here



You boy drop your bundle bring your butt in



A soldier what I do to that hood?



"Are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good?



Calm down not goin' ta murder ya



Clean yourself Pharoah said he wanna have a word with ya"



My mom pop look concerned



After takin' a shower, dress and returned



The soldier, kinda on the dark end



Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking



In the midst, a poet, dryin'



Pharoah and his girl being entertained by him



Motherfucker got some nerve



said "Bring slave forward, let me observe"



He asked me my name and start badger me



"Ricky, what?", 'Ricky, your majesty'



And bowed because I had to,



Kick a rap that shit better sound fat too




Who rotten 'em



Plaits swing, but have you forgotten 'em



Biggest big shouts since King Tut and 'em (who rotten 'em)



Kids ville, motherfucker couldn't sit still



All bitches is open off Rick's grill (who rotten 'em)



Definetly exort, any stalkin'



Hawk gawkin' at silk fabrics when I'm walkin(who rotten 'em)



Fondle with right, yet, spec get delighted



All a that jungle shit, whites rap




"He's fat" queen said to the pharoah excited and



did seem obvious the rap delighted him



Then start banging on appliance (Yes your honour?)



"Send this other rapper to the lions" (Please, no!)



Pleaing with merit, if you kill him for my sake



My raps will do the spirit



'Please let him live, I prefer that'



"OK, well, send him where this slave used to work at"