Casanova Lyrics - Singles - R.a. The Rugged Man

[R.A. the Rugged Man] 

Yo, yo 

I'm the headliner, the first white pornographic rhymer 

Banned local bar fighter 

Hide your kids, pedophiler 

Lowlifer, advise ya 

I'm the world's illest rhyme writer 

You play the background, like Casanova Rud 

I'm a underground legend, slashin blood 

TLC was talkin bout me when they wrote No Scrubs 

I'm the shit talking rapper all the dirty hoes love 

These little white boy MC's tryin to be like me 

Whitey, the first white MC to be grimy 

Back when Just-Ice was kickin that 

Fuck shit ass bitch your mother's dick shit 

That's when it all started 

Walk down the street with a shotgun 

Totin on jackets, trenchcoats 

Look like Inspector Gadgets 

"Look at that fat fuck over there 

A ugly white dude with the big gut and shoulder hair 

Look at the clothes he wear, barefoot 

No shoes on, do even own a pair 

Smell the odor over there" 

Obvious, he don't care 

He's a 

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[Chorus] 

Fly guy, hey oh 

A fly guy, oh oh 

"Casanova" 

Oh, ouee, oh 

A fly guy, oh oh "fly... fly" 

He's so fly 

Fly guy, hey oh 

Fly guy, oh oh 

"Casanova" 

Oh, ouee, oh 

A fly guy 

Ooh, "fly... fly" 

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[R.A. the Rugged Man] 

It's the Port Jeff, Long Island house party 

Open the door, see the White Trash Army 

We? religious, we? with us 

Lizards, rip the bible 

Write our own scriptures 

Scripts kitsch fixtures, pussy lickers 

Tongue blisters, the ol' school five-one-sixers 

Opposite of winners, played slitchers 

Hillbilly shit kickers, dick swing like Dirk Diggler 

In case you not feelin me, do you think that I give a fuck? 

You, you, you 

Bitch, you can't front on the pussy, guaranteed that I still get to fuck 

You, you, you 

You should wise up 

Ignorant open your eyes up 

Kidnap, tied up, gasoline, match, light up 

You lied right up 

Fuck your life up 

Hate us?, You don't like us? 

Join the club, sign up 

I'm a 

[Chorus] 

[R.A. the Rugged Man] 

I'm a has-been known for boastin and braggin 

Babblin, battle rappin, battle me, imagine 

Staggerin, batterin the soul 

Low blow, beat your bladder in 

Hammerin your lips, Mick Jaggerin 

Imagine everlastin like Jimmy Dean 'n Marilyn 

Gaggin in your mouth, put the barrel in 

Better be swallowin, when you're scared to be in? 

Or take the bullet and bite it 

And write shit to make the whole world recite it 

That's my final answer, I do a Cool J 

And live my drawers in your hamper 

Rugged man's temper 

Dirty this, dirty dick shit 

Dirty dick you can't piss with 

Hit dirty bitch with shit 

You get pissed of? shit 

License to ill, Beastie Boys 

I' ma autograph on your bitch tit 

Yeah, I'm that guy that you all hatin on with that bullshit album 

Everybody waitin on, I'm a 

[Chorus]