Homecoming Queen - Mr. Eon, R.A. The Rugged Man

Love me, love me, long time

Love me, love me (love me)

Love me, love me, long time

Love me, love me, long (bang bang)

I spit dumber slang and Clubber Lang

Her toosh ain’t the same just like a rubber band

Prepare to bareback, Eon champ, rare facts

To fucking unknowns, he still be getting a share of that

I’m too high, making these whores melt

Bring the pent undergarments, you would shit yourself

My last five rhymes, catch 'em by lines

So in the New York Times, in the city writing rhymes

High and Mighty elusive

Authenticate jerseys, my DJ wear Nike exclusives

Her pint sauce gained her a peep with the light sauce

Walking on stilts, must look like a high rise

Score the subversive with perfect cursive

Man ain’t shit versus his penmanship

Creating death traps using 40 wet naps

Have him coming 40 days soon, he better get back

You a homecoming queen turned heroine fiend

Make 'em go (ahh) so you know when I cream

You just out the cradle discovering anal

Make 'em go (ohh) to all my fables

You a porn star diva in g-string cheetah

Make 'em go (ahh) when I’m eating shaved beavers

Thigh high guarders, asking for it harder

Make 'em go (ooh) call me your fucking father

Ayyo, I’m ugly as shit, the Elephant Man

John Merrick, the modern day Rocky Deniss

We cracking sack like we black rappers, I’m hillbilly

Horse back-riding, I drive tractors, I’m ass backwards

In the farmland with the one-arm man

I don’t get no pussy, I fuck my hand

Caution, this ain’t recommended for the weak hearted

Special ED student, I’m half retarded

When I was banned from the Jive office

I brought a chick with a two foot vibrator up to Rawkus

Rugged Man, the autobiography

The pornography, dirty version of Dostoyevsky

My little brothers and sisters, they both wheel-chaired up

They can’t talk, can’t see and they can’t stand up

They might prank-call your house, make noise and hang up

Get excited, fall out they beds and get banged up

You a homecoming queen turned heroine fiend

Make 'em go (ahh) so you know when I cream

Thigh high guarders, asking for it harder

Make 'em go (ooh) call me your fucking father

I’m masturbating in my cellar

Fantasizing about a threesome with Sarah Michelle Gellar and Helen Keller

Didn’t like Helen, but how was I going to tell her?

Stuck my balls in her nose and knew she could smell 'em

I’m still shaving box in her old age, full blown AIDS

More mistakes than what’s a good vomit

And now I’m hitting skanks dressing scandaly clad

Asking me to be their fucking fantasy dad

Born to be bad, white rhymer, night rider

I’m the male version of Elvira

At the diner, finger popping waitresses

Fake lyricist-es, stick my dick in their mouths

We take pisses, my dick is eight inches

At least that’s what I say to bitches

Even if I added two extra fake inches

Bitch love me, 2001, still dirty crusty