| Calling all cars, we have an all-points bulletin out for two Caucasian males
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| The first, R.A. |
| the Rugged Man
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| The second being, Diabolic
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| Wanted in connection with a series of bar fights
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| With outstanding warrants for: Public intoxication, public urination,
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| disorderly conduct and generally just smoking up
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| Over
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| Yo, better than the best, making a head burst to the best experts
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| My worst verse is better than your best verse
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| Compared to me? |
| I’m Rakim and you’re Fred Durst
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| You’re a snitch and betrayer, I’m the clip-sprayer
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| You’re a bitch licking popsicles that are dick flavor
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| I’ve got a vengeance, I’ll murder, leaving you dead and beheaded
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| I’m leaving more bodies than the 1918 influenza epidemic
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| Thought you was believing atheism and hating religion
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| And replacing 'religion' with 'patriotism'
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| I’m murdering and I’m mutilating any peg and a Mason
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| It’s living, it’s black, steal our chaos when I break into prison
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| The bloody ape is arisen I’m the creation of freebase
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| And in the streets when the police chasing
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| The track lubricated in Vaseline I’m beat-raping
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| Filthy rapper that’s rapping in pack in the mid when I’m packing the pen
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| I’m massacring men, I’m hated by Buddhists, Baptists and Catholics and the pope
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| of the Vatican
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| Hated by Satanist Hindus, hated by Madonna while she’s following Kabbalah
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| I’ll slap you up and slam you like Hogan versus Kamala whether Bush or Obama
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| It’s a soap opera, I’m the embodiment of Cold Crush and Bambaataa
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| You dudes is feminine girly rappers, spitting bitch bars
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| That ain’t spitting, that’s your mouth having a vaginal discharge
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| I’m on a mission like Moses when he was headed to Pharaoh
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| And I’m more deadly than the murderous hands of Edwin Valero, come on
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| No one gives a fuck about these scumbags
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| In Suffolk County and we wear these colors proudly
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| Coppers need to up the bounty
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| If these suckers run their mouth we snap and act too fucking rowdy
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| (Suffolk County that’s the place we live)
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| (Ain't nobody stopping this here)
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| (Suffolk County that’s the place we live)
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| (You'll get your snotbox bust you press up on this)
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| Here’s the plan, steal my brother’s van and
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| Drive it from the motherland with guns in hand
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| And buck the fans it’s summer jam, understand?
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| But Rugged Man’s up in there in a bathrobe and
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| Underwear, chugging beer grabbing
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| A fat bitch by her fucking hair yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah, we’ll have them all running scared
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| Jumping chairs till they trample every motherfucker there
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| From the jungle where there’s lions, tigers and a bunch of bears
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| Oh my, most die but he’s so high he doesn’t care
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| Was it fair? |
| Probably not, Papi that’s just poppycock
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| I’m lifted like I’m Ivan Drago, Rocky’s throwing body shots (Bah!)
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| Karate chop some hottie’s twat till it’s Mollywhop
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| Punani popping models running trains like a hobby shop (Choo choo)
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| No lollipop, candy coating shit for cutie pies
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| Groupie thighs are spread like GYNs and checking UTIs (Ew)
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| I’ll make a movie like Sun Doobie if the booty’s fly
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| Suffolk’s Most Wanted smoking loosies in a hoopy high (Stupid)
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| Yours truly flying over the cuckoo’s nest
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| Hungry like I’m out in Budapest chewing human flesh (Yum)
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| Moving through your set with the same Suffolk squad
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| Hustle hard, smack a juice head and jack his muscle car (Bitch)
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| Getting drunk in bars, breaking jaws where trouble starts
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| My train of thoughts stays on course, L-I double R
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| A couple stars from Stony Brook to Huntington
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| Running in the spotlight, don’t let these motherfuckers in
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| Officer needs assistance, officer down!
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| Suspects last seen fleeing south on Route 110 in a stolen police cruiser with
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| their middle fingers out the window screaming, «Fuck the police!»
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| Uh, uh, we- we lost them
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| Uh, awh shit, we lost them
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| Whereabouts unknown |