[Intro/Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
I'm out on Austrian shit... this is my motherfucking hood here...
Who the realest with the realest ideal, it's just so clearless
They be [?] they want from but they fear that they ain't trying to hear it
I'm snatching off white girls like King Kong
I smack you in the head with a cowbell like "Pong!"
Bitches lickin' and love it long
I swim with the sharks and the whales, I'm the sea monster
I pee on ya, yeah we on ya
Hit you with guns, kick you into your face, yeah we stomp ya
On the ground, Paul [?] Lewis, nice with the fists, the whole crew is
My heart is blacker than rap and rock'n'roll music
U.S. President, let me ask you somethin' that's so strange
Cause I ain't seen no dollars yet and I ain't seen no change
I splatter your rap as I'm slapping your crack
As I'm click-clacking the gat when [?] is a debt
And need the rap to the rap masters
Who act bastards, faggot rappers could slap backwards
From the tracks of the trackmasters
To the tracks of the great [?]
Let's get off it
Rest in peace, Def's art and John Aubeurn
I got pistols taking over your lawfirm
When my daddy left, he said: "Come on, son, now it's your turn"
These other faggot rappers, they only here for the short term
King Rugged, Rugged [?] and Konga Kong, kiss the door
We all beating your jaw
I ain't even speaking no more
I'm out on Austrian shit... this is my motherfucking hood here...
Who the realest with the realest ideal, it's just so clearless
They be [?] they want from but they fear that they ain't trying to hear it
I'm snatching off white girls like King Kong
I smack you in the head with a cowbell like "Pong!"
Bitches lickin' and love it long
I swim with the sharks and the whales, I'm the sea monster
I pee on ya, yeah we on ya
Hit you with guns, kick you into your face, yeah we stomp ya
On the ground, Paul [?] Lewis, nice with the fists, the whole crew is
My heart is blacker than rap and rock'n'roll music
U.S. President, let me ask you somethin' that's so strange
Cause I ain't seen no dollars yet and I ain't seen no change
I splatter your rap as I'm slapping your crack
As I'm click-clacking the gat when [?] is a debt
And need the rap to the rap masters
Who act bastards, faggot rappers could slap backwards
From the tracks of the trackmasters
To the tracks of the great [?]
Let's get off it
Rest in peace, Def's art and John Aubeurn
I got pistols taking over your lawfirm
When my daddy left, he said: "Come on, son, now it's your turn"
These other faggot rappers, they only here for the short term
King Rugged, Rugged [?] and Konga Kong, kiss the door
We all beating your jaw
I ain't even speaking no more
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