I Was Forgotten

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The Cenobites - Pop

I Was Forgotten

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"The roughest, The roughest, roughest (Say What?, Say What?)" Why can't anyone understand that I'm meticulous I reek of putrefied flesh The soul serrated, contaminated with rhymes illaminated Exhuming each and every last cell from you Kind of clinical, forensical, with sound under Clowned dumber niggas then you wack 'em with round numbers Sound runners when I swarm with spawn to the sound comers In an embryonic state I race like cess in a crepitating 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 sis rip shits on your grave site Then I make charred remains of your methylated blastoma Til the last bone in your coffin was off him Then I spat on ya, rancid remains lay stinkin' Even OJ ask "What the F*CK was you thinking?!" "The roughest, The roughest, roughest (Say What?, Say What?)" I'm sick, I crash cadavers and suck brains through it Cerebellums kaleidoscopic; my melon retains fluid Divine intervention between your liver and spleen Seems erratic, static, having mattered to splattered Slightly burned dermis, then dusk gets faded, decorated My desecrated cauldron where I slew men All in fallin', like blazing glass that shatter in The megaloblastic anemia, your blood scatters And run for cover, from the organism X Born to kick in necks, to spawn the written texts Spit'll trickles and oxidates to levels of blaspheme And devils, I was last seen with shovels taking Kidneys; collapsing jaundice, who spit? Suck it Irrigating, invading; 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 cuts releases diseases, Jesus must have rushed on us Crusts of pus drips on the blade then I lick it Hold your sack and split it from you queue biters to ditches, damn "The roughest, The roughest, roughest (Say What?, Say What?)"

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  • Godfather Don