Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bottom Feeders, artist - R.A. The Rugged Man. Date of issue: 28.04.2014
Song language: English
Bottom Feeders |
| Let my orange dick spit |
| I got a dog named Kubrick |
| It’s obvious I like his flicks |
| Filming 'em with human chicks |
| If that’s a sin, let him poke this white bitch Kim |
| For coke, outside of a bar until I switched in |
| Breaking her in like new Tims in a robbery |
| Take a culture of my spit’s culture and spawn a colony |
| Smell like teen spirit? |
| Grab a shotgun and feed us |
| My L.P. street date shaking up Columbine High cheerleaders |
| Dipping in two seaters, that ain’t mine |
| So many sick ass letter combinations I paint rhymes |
| Blew my E.C. advance on a PC and grams |
| DC and PS2 games, grow lights and plants |
| Crops done by the time the cops come |
| Car jacked this pregnant Indian for a Datsun |
| Blaze a building, to catch a rap magazine |
| You wanna talk shit and not get fucked up? |
| That’s a faggot’s dream! |
| (Yeah, you know how we coming) |
| With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors |
| Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders |
| Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers |
| Hey yo, I’m just as broke as when I had no deal |
| I’m not too bright, my brain’s like oatmeal |
| I used to be label mates with Shaquille O’Neal |
| Now I get my dick sucked in the Batmobile |
| I live in Long Island, with a house of retards |
| And illegal aliens that need green cards |
| I’m a rap legend to little weird white kids |
| That carve shit in their arms, like «I don’t wanna live» |
| I’m the original, dirty, white gangster |
| Rhymer, perverted rhyme writer |
| We dirty old men you can’t trust us |
| See us finger popping your daughters in the back of school buses |
| Rugged Man, hairy baboon |
| Catch me at the MTV awards jerking off in the bathroom |
| Cage, Eon, Mighty Mi, why try? |
| Remix this shit, put it back out when I die |
| I’m so depressed, I’m doing whippits for hours |
| Cause I realize, I’m less popular than «What's Happening Now!!» |
| was |
| There are women in pits in my basement |
| My trophy, Morgana’s tits in a glass encased man |
| Like my sidekick Gary Heidnik |
| I’m still banging the Thai chicks plus I’m high bitch |
| Eon rains, fuck it! |
| E hurricanes |
| You a cold front that’s seen on every weather vane |
| I got a storm more perfect than George Clooney |
| Thinking y’all scary, y’all ain’t even Goonies |
| E eases through the scene that’s serene |
| And drops the illest shit any latrine has ever seen |
| I have no left or right ventricles |
| That’s why I laugh when cops pull out with both tentacles |
| The beast lives among us |
| And I cause a reaction similar to what seeing your mother hung does |