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

[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 

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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! 

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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...