DESCRIPTION:
From the incredibly new rap album ROTTEN!
Download the album for free at daappelboyz.bandcamp.com

Shot & Edited by Adam Kemp
Special thanks to Maitland.

Lyrics:
(Nate)
D.A.
D.A.B. meng
D.A.B. is in the building
Yeah, we're fresh as hell
And we're gonna drop it like this

(Matt)
It's Koala-T/ Been thinkin' about changin' it to Bobby Appelseed
I've got a quick wit and I'm slick as a jar vaseline
If it's a dying breed, I'm the last of the shitty radio rappers
Got these kids pickin' it up like they all are vaccuming
It's fasination... shitty rappers capativin' half the nation
I've got packs of razors/ Makin' my mark like lacerations
Rap's delapitated/ See, I'm actin' grape and ya'll actin' raisin
Y'all are small as blades of grass and I'm as tall as Appalachians
I can't solve your problems/ I'm a fuckin' basketcase
I think i've found my place and I'm the last to race
But when it comes to spittin' rhymes
By the time we hit the finish line, the only rapper to pass me is Nate
So in my eyes, this the fuckin' best
This the upper ech'/ Y'all got nothing left
So go and suck a dick witcha puckered lips
Leave your drunken bitch cause I'll be jumpin her bones
One thing I know is I'll be leavin the rubber at home
Cause I'm bringing it raw

(Chorus)
Bringin' 'em raw skill - Bringin' 'em raw skill - Like This
Bringin' 'em raw skill - Bringin' 'em raw skill - Like This
Bringin' 'em raw skill - Bringin' 'em raw skill - Like This
Yo...Like This

(Nate)
The meanest boss since Deacon Frost (uh)
Endin' rappers that'll act Weezy like they've got an emphysemic cough
I'ma comedic force, with the sweetest jokes
You should see the shit I've got ready for when they do a Steven Seagal roast
The wanna read a lot into what I've been speakin' on
But people know my ego's not even large as I seem to show
That's just gravitas, I've been rappin' so ravenous
Robert Carlyle is havin' a hell of a time combatin' us
I'm savage as Ben & his brother Fredrick
There ain't nobody better than us
When we're in our mother fuckin' element
My sediments are eloquent
I'm better than the petulance irrelevant rappers tend to sell everyone they've ever met
I've never been competitive, man, I just know I better than 'em
Even though I've never been on motha fuckin' television
Nicolas Picolas; I'm on the Top Ten
Fill a bitch the horn like a Marty Topps jam
Bringin' 'em raw skill
Fuck that I ain't done yet, I'm above and way beyond these other guys
Putterin' around their sub-par rhymes
Fuckin' kife, couldn't hold their own if they hugged their child
I love to bust a rhyme, dub-dah-dulla-duh-duh double time
Space Hubble fly/
Nate's number one hater of haters who ain't have no love for life (nah)
Get it right, fucka
Tuck a cucumber down your underoos and have some fun tonight
Bang a bugaboo like it's nothin' new
Make a girl twirl when when it's time to bust-a-move
I sit and watch that tale spin like I love Baloo
I'm big trouble in little Stratty
A little batty, a bit of a hypocritical imbecile, get 'em, Matty, go

(Matt)
Shit, i'll hit 'em daddy...I mean Nate
I don't dilly dally when I roll a philly fatty
I start grillin' pattys and I grill 'em proudly
Eat 'em til they outty then I'm sittin', poundin'/
Drinkin' beer until im drowning/ I need them burgers, ya bitch

(Chorus)