Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brawl, artist - R.A. The Rugged Man. Date of issue: 14.11.2002
Song language: English
Brawl |
| 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 |