Chorus:

It's grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap
Grand Unified Theory
What's doper than that?

Grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma on yo ass
There It Is Entertainment
What's grosser than that?

Verse1:

I defile tracks so no one wants to get on the beat
I kill songs, that have graves that are 6 feet deep
I convert them to Wav. Files and Mp3s
I resurrect them in my albums, they haunt you in your sleep
The poltergeist
Ain't got shit on me
I defecate on tracks and get up without wiping the seat
I'm nasty
I haven't washed my fucking nuts in a week
Or brushed my teeth
That's why my bars are like rotten debris
Think I'm kidding?
Somebody better spray some Fabreeze
Before my lyrics suffocate them
And they drop to their knees
I'm sick
Vaccines run away from me
And stds
Plus everything else in between
Cancer dips
When the doctor mentions me
You get cured
And you dummies think it cause of the weed
Even Ebola gives me the proper respect
Fuck Kim's ass, my bars break the internet



Chorus:

It's grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap
Grand Unified Theory
What's doper than that?

Grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma on yo ass
There It Is Entertainment
What's grosser than that?

Verse2 (Lady Assassin):
I eat you with no problem, cough syrup I’m regurgitated
Bile by the mile foul, assholes getting penetrated
Fuckin’ in the raw, jaws locked, mic’s ejaculated
Stroke it till it’s potent, spoken words lead to masturbation
Now they’re waiting for the bridge to explode
Lyrics the shit, strong stench they hold the bridge of their nose
Miss in black, holdin’ straps inside the folds of her clothes
Cockroaches getting’ roasted in they shit like some corn
Fore I was born a parasite takin’ form
Forsworn, a child of corn, a honey bee killing swarms
Was never warm, I stay ignited will scorn
Whoever tests me will regret the day they ever performed
Must be aware that I’m a part of the gut
I’m stuck in it can’t get rid of me won’t come out of the butt
My skills infectious spit venereal nut
Still feasting while ya bleeding eating all of you cunts




Chorus:

Grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap
Grand Unified Theory
What's doper than that?

It's grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma on yo ass
There It Is Entertainment
What's grosser than that?


Verse3(Ogma):

Notice his emotion flowin all through the bars
Setlist is infectious then roll two in the car
Jottin the virus straight to papyrus
Man, music always been my beacon for guidance
I'm running through the void as the galaxyies collapse
Civilizations I've created screaming why did this happen?
Saddening but gotta keep it moving they congruent wit illusions
That'm naturally in tune wit and it's madenning
Getting grosser like everytime that I do it
Fluent in ethyl fluids and other manifestations
Of manipulating nature and shapin it to equations
Brazenly blazing cajun haze arrangement in the station
For granted my life been taken I aint a complacent patient
You aint given me a plate of slop n sayin that its bacon
Train to be a mental Sayain 'way from talk that doesn't phase 'em
Oh you thought that I was playing naw I'm workin every day in

Chorus:

It's grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap
Grand Unified Theory
What's doper than that?