| Yo, my brain deformed, put in proper thoughts
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| Ride through with no shoes and soccer shorts
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| Show up on horses with tomahawks
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| And I slap my dick out like I’m the boss
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| A.K, Ak Miller Hot Rod, hot wheeler
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| I’m a Milk D top biller, Ice T cop killer
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| King Kong, Godzilla, not filler, not thriller
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| I’m a rap bacteria salmonella
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| I’m Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon
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| 1888, midnight in London
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| They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard
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| With the rap to match it and the track to back it
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| Won’t let me in the place if they got a dress code
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| I’m the great dictator, Chaplin with a globe
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| When I’m on the cunt, fuck another chick, sex mode
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| When I cum, gunpowder on my dick explode
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| Like nobody can do it like that Rugged Man can do it
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| Old school, Busy Bee symphony, bring it back
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| Canada Michie Mee, gold chain Mr. T, little bit of history
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| Him 'em wiggy wiggy wiggy, jam on Chilly B, go to Philly Vinnie P
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| Like self deprecation, selfish envy
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| Bring heat 'til the devil in hell respect me
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| I live my life in a hellish frenzy 'til I’m dead on the toilet like Elvis
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| Presley
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| Got a hand grenade, live in the land of the brave or the land of the slave or
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| the man from the cave
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| I’m Louis Prima, just a jiggalo with the fedora hat, quick to diss a hoe
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| Like Mr. Snowden let the whistle blow, Joe Piscopo with the vicious flow
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| All systems go
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| I mean all night long
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| All night long
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| I mean all night long
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| A-all night long
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| I mean all night long
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| A-all night long
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| Would I want you to ride me like my back ain’t got no bone
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| Yo, mothership party like '99 and Prince sign o' the times better rise and shine
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| Put a blind mind in a box made of pine combined timing of Iron Mike in his prime
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| Like my mind designed for crime, grimey rhyme
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| I’m old school Jimmy Dean at the Five & Dime, rewind
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| Old School slang like a hock-a-loogie
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| I pop the toolie, I rock the groupie
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| Hopped out the womb and I slobbed the coochie
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| Cocaine, heroin, John Belushi
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| You’re keeping your wife home, she living in misery
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| Spinning your bitch on my dick, chicken rotisserie
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| Voodoo dictator, Haitian Papa Doc
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| Underground G rap, not Rihanna slop
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| You Madonna pop, not beyond hip hop
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| I am Pumpkinhead, I am Scott La Rock
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| Better get a grip, this a better pick than the evil rhetoric, can I get a hit?
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| Hit 'em with a predicate, dirty derelict, Linda Blair, Heretic
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| I can flip it fast and then slow down a bit
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| That other rapper flow is counterfeit, power trip
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| I’ma show you motherfuckers how to spit
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| Edit in the television, never giving better living, hell their giving,
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| never listen: segregation and division, demolition of religion
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| Poison in the medicine you’re sipping, get in where you fit in
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| Cronyism, terrorism, menacing, ascending from a political nepotism,
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| Orwellian premonition, is you getting the vision?
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| Call me Mr. Poe, all systems go
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| I mean all night long
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| All night long
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| I mean all night long
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| A-all night long
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| I mean all night long
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| A-all night long
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| Would I want you to ride me like my back ain’t got no bone
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| Richard Andrew, what you gonna do when you get out of jail?
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| I’m gonna have some fun; |
| Tom Tom Club
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| Rock in the hot tub with a hot slut
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| 'Til my cock pop up and the Glock got tucked
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| Champagne pop up and I got love
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| Potluck like I never got locked up Big John Stud
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| Kickin' it live, dippin' and dive, flippin' the pies, bringin' demise
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| Minimalize, living the lies, killing the wise, bigger the prize
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| Burn books, censor flicks, censorship
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| Forward march, start the engine, let it rip
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| Go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Systems Go , by - R.A. The Rugged Man. Song from the album All My Heroes Are Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп