[R.A. the Rugged Man]
Yo, yo, they asked me where the f*ck I been for all this time
I been f*ckin' poor out of my f*ckin' ass
Eatin' f*ckin' shit, f*ckin' ugly bitches
Cause everybody knows that pretty bitches ain't down to f*ck nobody poor and shit
But that shit don't even matter
It's all about you faggot-ass motherf*ckin' rappers
Thinkin' y'all dope, drivin' Lexuses and shit like that
"Every Record Label Sucks Dick"
But yo, yo, but but but you be suckin' on your record label's dick
Word up! This is just a little somethin'
For motherf*ckers to let them know I didn't fall off the earth
You know what I'm sayin'?
At 5, 4, 3, 2 in the morning, losing my f*ckin' mind about to murder people
(F*ck them motherf*ckers)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo yo yo yo yo, like this
They snakes in this rap field, f*ck the fat deal
Cap peeled, how does chokin' on the smoke from the gat feel?
The Rugged Man, record label suicide, move aside
(RA calm down) Who the f*ck you think you are?
I smack that bitch who works the front desk
That strictly be there for high school credit
But sucks dicks of all the rap stars
Put me behind bars, cause Mister A&R Man's
Bout to get f*cked in his asshole and brother I'm not even gay
Shay, shay, shay! The president of the company
Don't care if I'm dead or if I'm bleeding
I'm not succeeding, they turned my mindstate into evil
Cause I want everyone dead on this f*ckin' earth
It really hurts, cause if music doesn't work
I got nothing left to live for except dyin' in the poorhouse
And bitches hate my f*ckin' guts
Those sluts loved me more than Patrick Swayze
When I had my steady income
I need a spot that I can sin from
Suicide, never, but I got plots of taking out the other people
And I ain't doin' jail time, that shit is wack
Ain't no comin' back, once I lose control my shit is finished
So don't get in this, you record label people gonna die
And your family gonna die too, motherf*ckers!
Hahahaha, yo, yo
Yo, that's just a verse, one verse
You can't buy this shit, this shit is not for sale
That's for the real rap fans
But see, real nowadays is just a f*ckin' gimmick anyway
I'm keepin it real, I'm stayin' real, all this bullshit
Yo, yo, how the f*ck is you supposed to be real
If you can't rap for real or can't flow for real?
You got your hip-hop styles on and you readin' them f*ckin' rap magazines..
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Performed By: RA The Rugged Man
Written by: ANDREW KENNISON, DEMETRIUS ANTOINNE SHIPP, DONTAE WHEELER, JOHN BETTERS, RICKEY TAYLOR
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[R.A. the Rugged Man]
Yo, yo, they asked me where the f*ck I been for all this time
I been f*ckin' poor out of my f*ckin' ass
Eatin' f*ckin' shit, f*ckin' ugly bitches
Cause everybody knows that pretty bitches ain't down to f*ck nobody poor and shit
But that shit don't even matter
It's all about you faggot-ass motherf*ckin' rappers
Thinkin' y'all dope, drivin' Lexuses and shit like that
"Every Record Label Sucks Dick"
But yo, yo, but but but you be suckin' on your record label's dick
Word up! This is just a little somethin'
For motherf*ckers to let them know I didn't fall off the earth
You know what I'm sayin'?
At 5, 4, 3, 2 in the morning, losing my f*ckin' mind about to murder people
(F*ck them motherf*ckers)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo yo yo yo yo, like this
They snakes in this rap field, f*ck the fat deal
Cap peeled, how does chokin' on the smoke from the gat feel?
The Rugged Man, record label suicide, move aside
(RA calm down) Who the f*ck you think you are?
I smack that bitch who works the front desk
That strictly be there for high school credit
But sucks dicks of all the rap stars
Put me behind bars, cause Mister A&R Man's
Bout to get f*cked in his asshole and brother I'm not even gay
Shay, shay, shay! The president of the company
Don't care if I'm dead or if I'm bleeding
I'm not succeeding, they turned my mindstate into evil
Cause I want everyone dead on this f*ckin' earth
It really hurts, cause if music doesn't work
I got nothing left to live for except dyin' in the poorhouse
And bitches hate my f*ckin' guts
Those sluts loved me more than Patrick Swayze
When I had my steady income
I need a spot that I can sin from
Suicide, never, but I got plots of taking out the other people
And I ain't doin' jail time, that shit is wack
Ain't no comin' back, once I lose control my shit is finished
So don't get in this, you record label people gonna die
And your family gonna die too, motherf*ckers!
Hahahaha, yo, yo
Yo, that's just a verse, one verse
You can't buy this shit, this shit is not for sale
That's for the real rap fans
But see, real nowadays is just a f*ckin' gimmick anyway
I'm keepin it real, I'm stayin' real, all this bullshit
Yo, yo, how the f*ck is you supposed to be real
If you can't rap for real or can't flow for real?
You got your hip-hop styles on and you readin' them f*ckin' rap magazines..
Yo, yo, they asked me where the f*ck I been for all this time
I been f*ckin' poor out of my f*ckin' ass
Eatin' f*ckin' shit, f*ckin' ugly bitches
Cause everybody knows that pretty bitches ain't down to f*ck nobody poor and shit
But that shit don't even matter
It's all about you faggot-ass motherf*ckin' rappers
Thinkin' y'all dope, drivin' Lexuses and shit like that
"Every Record Label Sucks Dick"
But yo, yo, but but but you be suckin' on your record label's dick
Word up! This is just a little somethin'
For motherf*ckers to let them know I didn't fall off the earth
You know what I'm sayin'?
At 5, 4, 3, 2 in the morning, losing my f*ckin' mind about to murder people
(F*ck them motherf*ckers)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo yo yo yo yo, like this
They snakes in this rap field, f*ck the fat deal
Cap peeled, how does chokin' on the smoke from the gat feel?
The Rugged Man, record label suicide, move aside
(RA calm down) Who the f*ck you think you are?
I smack that bitch who works the front desk
That strictly be there for high school credit
But sucks dicks of all the rap stars
Put me behind bars, cause Mister A&R Man's
Bout to get f*cked in his asshole and brother I'm not even gay
Shay, shay, shay! The president of the company
Don't care if I'm dead or if I'm bleeding
I'm not succeeding, they turned my mindstate into evil
Cause I want everyone dead on this f*ckin' earth
It really hurts, cause if music doesn't work
I got nothing left to live for except dyin' in the poorhouse
And bitches hate my f*ckin' guts
Those sluts loved me more than Patrick Swayze
When I had my steady income
I need a spot that I can sin from
Suicide, never, but I got plots of taking out the other people
And I ain't doin' jail time, that shit is wack
Ain't no comin' back, once I lose control my shit is finished
So don't get in this, you record label people gonna die
And your family gonna die too, motherf*ckers!
Hahahaha, yo, yo
Yo, that's just a verse, one verse
You can't buy this shit, this shit is not for sale
That's for the real rap fans
But see, real nowadays is just a f*ckin' gimmick anyway
I'm keepin it real, I'm stayin' real, all this bullshit
Yo, yo, how the f*ck is you supposed to be real
If you can't rap for real or can't flow for real?
You got your hip-hop styles on and you readin' them f*ckin' rap magazines..
Writer: ANDREW KENNISON, DEMETRIUS ANTOINNE SHIPP, DONTAE WHEELER, JOHN BETTERS, RICKEY TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group