Brawl - R.A. The Rugged Man

They used to call me Bobo

He’s rugged

Alright friends, on your feebles

Yo, see how they go, hip hop R.A., hey oh

I’m a special ED student, with an A+ flow

Used to call me Bobo, Busby Berkeley

Bronson, Paul Kersey, Disco Derby

I’m a modern day Ozzy Osbourne

Biting bats heads off and busting nuts in your popcorn

Wonderingg how this ugly motherfucker got on?

The whole white trash nation, rock rock on

Now wait a minute, let’s bring it back a little bit

When you first started rapping, you was all on my dick

Yeah, you went multiplatinum, but you bit my shit

What you rapping is my life, you ain’t live that shit

See all the others say I’m twisted, and I’m over the edge

And my whole crew they say is all sick in they heads

Sledgehammer, break pay phones, still calling

Stay out the trouble, stay home, Rugged Man, J-Zone

Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor

(It's time for a showdown, between you and I)

You might not wanna be about me cause the shit bout to get rowdy cause we brawl

(If we gonna do war, fuck 'em up fat)

Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor

(Come on sucker, let’s get on)

You might not wanna be about me cause the shit bout to get rowdy cause we brawl

(Good thing you’re looking for trouble, cause we’re gonna give it to you)

The way we recreate shit, Rugged Man

We don’t make hits, we stay broke, sleep, fuck sluts and take shits (Uh-Uh)

And roll with the real life whores that appreciate dicks

Fuck they asshole, dick full of shit, taste bitch

It’s easy to criticize me for being so foul

It’s worse when you looking down a shotgun barrell (BANG!)

They say, «Rugged Man, he can’t keep no deal»

It’s mental, I like the way being broke feel

I’m at the homeless shelter, finagling free meals

I’m like Buster Keaton and W.C.

Fields

I’mma die broke, no success

When I’ll, die I’ll be choked up, jerking off like INXS

Now wait, this is the place where stars are born

Strictly business, too potholes in my lawn

Uzi weighs a ton, public enemy number one

Don’t you dare sleep on the spot that we come from

Yeah, it’s true motherfuckers, I’m alive and shit

The mainstream motherfuckers, trying to hide my shit

You hear your man’s rap flow?

I invented that shit

You see his whole stage show?

I invented that shit

They say I could have been, but I never been

That’s bullshit, I’m a underground rap veteran

I’m like get-get-get-get, get off my dick

I’m the wrong kid you don’t wanna fuck with

Call me Big Dog, Mr. Crustified Dibbs

When I think to all the devious things I did

This is a hold up, get your asshole to' up

Bitch drink cum, when this fat fuck roll up

Yeah, six million ways to die, choose one

True hood one, two tons, I’m the sequel

Fuck Mandingo, you can call me Drum

Stupid dumb, Long Island hoodlum

He’s, he’s rugged

Fuck 'em up fat