[R.A. the Rugged Man] Yo, yo I'm the headliner, the first white pornographic rhymer Banned local bar fighter Hide your kids, pedophiler Lowlifer, advise ya I'm the world's illest rhyme writer You play the background, like Casanova Rud I'm a underground legend, slashin blood TLC was talkin bout me when they wrote No Scrubs I'm the shit talking rapper all the dirty hoes love These little white boy MC's tryin to be like me Whitey, the first white MC to be grimy Back when Just-Ice was kickin that Fuck shit ass bitch your mother's dick shit That's when it all started Walk down the street with a shotgun Totin on jackets, trenchcoats Look like Inspector Gadgets "Look at that fat fuck over there A ugly white dude with the big gut and shoulder hair Look at the clothes he wear, barefoot No shoes on, do even own a pair Smell the odor over there" Obvious, he don't care He's a [Chorus] Fly guy, hey oh A fly guy, oh oh "Casanova" Oh, ouee, oh A fly guy, oh oh "fly... fly" He's so fly Fly guy, hey oh Fly guy, oh oh "Casanova" Oh, ouee, oh A fly guy Ooh, "fly... fly" [R.A. the Rugged Man] It's the Port Jeff, Long Island house party Open the door, see the White Trash Army We ??? religious, we ??? with us Lizards, rip the bible Write our own scriptures Scripts kitsch fixtures, pussy lickers Tongue blisters, the ol' school five-one-sixers Opposite of winners, played slitchers Hillbilly shit kickers, dick swing like Dirk Diggler In case you not feelin me, do you think that I give a fuck? You, you, you Bitch, you can't front on the pussy, guaranteed that I still get to fuck You, you, you You should wise up Ignorant open your eyes up Kidnap, tied up, gasoline, match, light up You lied right up Fuck your life up Hate us?, You don't like us? Join the club, sign up I'm a [Chorus] [R.A. the Rugged Man] I'm a has-been known for boastin and braggin Babblin, battle rappin, battle me, imagine Staggerin, batterin the soul Low blow, beat your bladder in Hammerin your lips, Mick Jaggerin Imagine everlastin like Jimmy Dean 'n Marilyn Gaggin in your mouth, put the barrel in Better be swallowin, when you're scared to be in ??? Or take the bullet and bite it And write shit to make the whole world recite it That's my final answer, I do a Cool J And live my drawers in your hamper Rugged man's temper Dirty this, dirty dick shit Dirty dick you can't piss with Hit dirty bitch with shit You get pissed of ??? shit License to ill, Beastie Boys I' ma autograph on your bitch tit Yeah, I'm that guy that you all hatin on with that bullshit album Everybody waitin on, I'm a [Chorus]
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