Who's Dat Guy

Yo, the Jess Franco of hip hop, leave you faceless
 Torture chambers, sadist in the basement
 Rugged Man, who's the foulest? Who's the rudest?
 I grip my dick while I do this, HG Lewis
 The two thousand maniacs, who this?
 Blood feast, old school splatter, occupation
 Famous rappers, straight razors, we dead broke, we playa haters
 Violaters, up your bitch pussy with vibrators
 That's why they hate us, scum dripping
 Under age, coogi sticking, pussy licking, put the clip in
 I take a shit on your album when it drops
 Plus your whole crew is pussies, like Suffolk County cops
 Suffolk County, meets Queensbridge, don't be foolish
 Rugged Man, Jack Johnson, Joe Louis
 R to the A, no life, lowlife
 The pretty bitch offender, the fat bitch complementer
 Top five lyrical contender, the lyricist's career ender
 White trash trailer park representer
 Who can stop this? Who rock this? Who lock this?
 Who got the Glock? Who cock this? Lucio Fulci
 R.A. the Rugged Man (on the reals)
 Rugged Man, Havoc (no doubt)
 (Who's that guy?)
 A nigga you don't wanna fuck with
 (Who's that guy?)
 Four pounds will make 'em duck quick
 (Who's that guy?)
 Getting lifted at the bar, no doubt
 Rugged Man, Havoc, Mobb we infamous
 Got my drink on, reminiscing drama on God
 Stepped out my crib, politic with the gods
 Over gats, even though the hood is hot
 Jakes on bikes, gotta hold down the block
 Cause my life this automatic instant, ice grills, without a blink
 Permanently stained, they surface like Big
 They shitting on my name, some ask why
 Cause the sign just a regular gangsta, fuck DKNY
 Scuffed Timbs laid up in Holiday Inn's
 And shortie wanna fret, I'm running up in her friend
 Official roaches, Scarface, shitting on mister Sosa, stay bent
 Hold my liquor, like a cup coaster, handle mines
 Sever great lines, cut throats while you drop dimes
 Snitch niggas on my shit list, quietly cock the biscuit
 The Rugged Man, Havoc, Mobb we infamous