Havoc - Who's That Guy lyrics

[Verse 1: R.A. the Rugged Man] (Rugged Man have it, Mobb we infamous) 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 b**h p**y with vibrators That's why they hate us, scum dripping Under age, coogi sticking, p**y licking, put the clip in I take a sh** 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 b**h offender, the fat b**h 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 co*k this? Lucio Fulci R.A. the Rugged Man (on the reals) Rugged Man, Havoc (no doubt) [Hook: Havoc x2] (Who's that guy?) A n***a you don't wanna f** 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 [Verse 2: Havoc] 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 sh**ting on my name, some ask why Cause the sign just a regular gangsta, f** DKNY Scuffed Timbs laid up in Holiday Inn's And shortie wanna fret, I'm running up in her friend Official roaches, Scarface, sh**ting on mister Sosa, stay bent Hold my liquor, like a cup coaster, handle mines Sever great lines, cut throats while you drop dimes Snitch n***as on my sh** list, quietly co*k the biscuit The Rugged Man, Havoc, Mobb we infamous [Hook x3]