"The roughest, The roughest, roughest (Say What?, Say What?)"

Why can't anyone understand that I'm meticulous
I reek of putrified flesh
The soul serated, contaminated with rhymes illaminated
Exhuming each and every last cell from you
Kind of clinical, forensical, with sound under
Clowned dumber n***as then you wack 'em with round numbers
Sound runners when I swarm with spawn to the sound comers
In an amniotic state I race like cess and a creapatiting bowel
Caused by stress makes up a large mess
Of your whole mic, death of your soul's like, foul sense
When spit drips from your oral cavity I slit wrists
The blood letter with a Beretta, don't give a
Playfight, bust this rip shit on your gravesight
Then I make charred remains of your mescalated glaucoma
Til the last bone in your coffin was often
Then I spat on ya, rancid remains lay stinkin'
Even OJ asks "What the F*CK, what you thinking?!"

"The roughest, The roughest, roughest (Say What?, Say What?)"

I'm sick, I crash cadavers and suck brains through it
Cerebellums kaledoscopic, my melon retains fluid
Divine intervention between your liver and spleen
Seems erratic, static, having mattered to splattered
Slightly burned dermis, as escapaded, that corroded
My desecrated cauldron where I skull men
All in fall in, like blazed glass that shatter in
The megablastic anemic, your blood scatters
And run for cover from the organism X
Born in kicking necks, scrawl the written text
Spittle trickles and oxidates to levels of blaspheme
And devils, I was last seen with shovels
Taking kidneys, collapsing jaundice, spit suckers
Irrigating your grating, I'm shoving mics up your tuchus
All types of shit gets stripped from your hollow husk
I swallow dust and moisten your corpse with aloe musk
Plus trespassers get bust by just the tusk
Releases diseases, Jesus must have rushed on us
Crush the pus dripped on the blade and I licked it
Hold your sack and split it from your cue biters to ditches, damn

"The roughest, The roughest, roughest (Say What?, Say What?)"