R.A. The Rugged Man

R.A. The Rugged Man - Flipside lyrics

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[R.A. the Rugged Man]

Yo, yo, they asked me where the fuck I been for all this time

I been fuckin' poor out of my fuckin' ass

Eatin' fuckin' shit, fuckin' ugly bitches

Cause everybody knows that pretty bitches ain't down to fuck nobody poor and shit

But that shit don't even matter

It's all about you faggot-ass motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckers 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 fuckin' mind about to murder people

(Fuck them motherfuckers)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo yo yo yo yo, like this

They snakes in this rap field, fuck 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 fuck 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 fucked 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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, motherfuckers!

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 fuckin' gimmick anyway

I'm keepin it real, I'm stayin' real, all this bullshit

Yo, yo, how the fuck 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 fuckin' rap magazines...
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