American Lowlife R.A. The Rugged Man

[Intro]
American lowlife (lowlife)
Yo, c'mon
(You dirty, crusty, ass, lowlife)

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo
You got a problem? Tell me, let's handle this
We can do this in the parking lot, bang fists, some Rugged Man shit
I'm suicidal, ain't the issue
I feel like playing games, Russian roulette, with a fully loaded pistol
Hold down, can you feel it? I break that shit
Brought that fat chick with you, I take that bitch
I love this, now who wanna try to take me
I take it to the ground, grapple like Royce Gracie
Shit ain't all sweet, talk is cheap
I'm the white dude, you see me in the club, dancing all off beat
Inspiration, no one, don't poke fun
No gun with you, how you gon' cause commotion?
I hate the whole world, wait the whole world hate me
My whole family, looking at me strange lately
Born to be wild, born evil, dangerous
Born lethal, I was born to skeeve people

[Hook]
American lowlife, dirt bag, my team
Smelly armpits, bad breath, low hygiene
What do I mean? Smell me, rub my belly
Call my celly up and tell me (Yo, yo, you dirty)
I'm unhealthy
American lowlife
(You dirty, crusty, ass, lowlife)
Lowlife, lowlife, American lowlife
(You dirty, crusty, ass, lowlife)