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