Lyrics Brawl - R.A. The Rugged Man

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