[Hook: R.A. The Rugged Man]
You ain't never been down (x3)
I get into you
[x2]
[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Now who that guy, who that guy
The R to the A, mad fly, I don't know why
Check the studio, I get moody bro
When ya booty never fed up
Ya never sued me though (shut the fuck up)
'Cuz I been known to smack a bitch's nuts
Oh shit, they could cure by stitches
But their bodies cut up and buried in ditches
Word up, you think I'm not butter
Since I stutter, I bust some letters, then I cut 'em
Erick Sermon, he gets busy hittin' switches
Crustified! And I get busy whilst I'm shittin' on bitches
So how you even gonna try to fuck around when you ain't never been down
[Hook]
[Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Women ain't nuttin' but sluts when they buss it
Don't say nuttin' and if I press it in, I press the red button
Who's that, the smile on ya face, you better lose that
Sympathy, I never choose that
God didn't bless me, don't stress me, [?] me
I won't test me, I never met that a rapper that impressed me
To the bitches! (Suck my dick!) To the bitches? (Fuck off, fuck you!)
'Cuz if a bitch tried to cut my dick off
I'd cut her arms off and her legs and her tongue
And then I'd shove her in the toilet bowl
Mosta men act effeminate, they got their bitches
Running shit but they be a whore in it, their blood I'm pouring it
You ain't never been down (x3)
I get into you
[x2]
[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Now who that guy, who that guy
The R to the A, mad fly, I don't know why
Check the studio, I get moody bro
When ya booty never fed up
Ya never sued me though (shut the fuck up)
'Cuz I been known to smack a bitch's nuts
Oh shit, they could cure by stitches
But their bodies cut up and buried in ditches
Word up, you think I'm not butter
Since I stutter, I bust some letters, then I cut 'em
Erick Sermon, he gets busy hittin' switches
Crustified! And I get busy whilst I'm shittin' on bitches
So how you even gonna try to fuck around when you ain't never been down
[Hook]
[Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Women ain't nuttin' but sluts when they buss it
Don't say nuttin' and if I press it in, I press the red button
Who's that, the smile on ya face, you better lose that
Sympathy, I never choose that
God didn't bless me, don't stress me, [?] me
I won't test me, I never met that a rapper that impressed me
To the bitches! (Suck my dick!) To the bitches? (Fuck off, fuck you!)
'Cuz if a bitch tried to cut my dick off
I'd cut her arms off and her legs and her tongue
And then I'd shove her in the toilet bowl
Mosta men act effeminate, they got their bitches
Running shit but they be a whore in it, their blood I'm pouring it
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