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Yo, yo |
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I'm the headliner, the first white pornographic rhymer |
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Banned local bar fighter |
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Hide your kids, pedophiler |
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Lowlifer, advise ya |
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I'm the world's illest rhyme writer |
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You play the background, like Casanova Rud |
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I'm a underground legend, slashin blood |
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TLC was talkin bout me when they wrote No Scrubs |
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I'm the shit talking rapper all the dirty hoes love |
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These little white boy MC's tryin to be like me |
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Whitey, the first white MC to be grimy |
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Back when Just-Ice was kickin that |
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Fuck shit ass bitch your mother's dick shit |
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That's when it all started |
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Walk down the street with a shotgun |
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Totin on jackets, trenchcoats |
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Look like Inspector Gadgets |
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"Look at that fat fuck over there |
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A ugly white dude with the big gut and shoulder hair |
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Look at the clothes he wear, barefoot |
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No shoes on, do even own a pair |
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Smell the odor over there" |
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Obvious, he don't care |
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He's a |
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[Chorus] |
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Fly guy, hey oh |
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A fly guy, oh oh |
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"Casanova" |
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Oh, ouee, oh |
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A fly guy, oh oh "fly... fly" |
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He's so fly |
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Fly guy, hey oh |
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Fly guy, oh oh |
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"Casanova" |
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Oh, ouee, oh |
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A fly guy |
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Ooh, "fly... fly" |
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[R.A. the Rugged Man] |
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It's the Port Jeff, Long Island house party |
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Open the door, see the White Trash Army |
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We ??? religious, we ??? with us |
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Lizards, rip the bible |
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Write our own scriptures |
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Scripts kitsch fixtures, pussy lickers |
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Tongue blisters, the ol' school five-one-sixers |
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Opposite of winners, played slitchers |
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Hillbilly shit kickers, dick swing like Dirk Diggler |
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In case you not feelin me, do you think that I give a fuck? |
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You, you, you |
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Bitch, you can't front on the pussy, guaranteed that I still get to fuck |
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You, you, you |
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You should wise up |
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Ignorant open your eyes up |
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Kidnap, tied up, gasoline, match, light up |
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You lied right up |
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Fuck your life up |
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Hate us?, You don't like us? |
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Join the club, sign up |
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I'm a |
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[Chorus] |
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[R.A. the Rugged Man] |
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I'm a has-been known for boastin and braggin |
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Babblin, battle rappin, battle me, imagine |
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Staggerin, batterin the soul |
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Low blow, beat your bladder in |
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Hammerin your lips, Mick Jaggerin |
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Imagine everlastin like Jimmy Dean 'n Marilyn |
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Gaggin in your mouth, put the barrel in |
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Better be swallowin, when you're scared to be in ??? |
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Or take the bullet and bite it |
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And write shit to make the whole world recite it |
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That's my final answer, I do a Cool J |
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And live my drawers in your hamper |
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Rugged man's temper |
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Dirty this, dirty dick shit |
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Dirty dick you can't piss with |
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Hit dirty bitch with shit |
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You get pissed of ??? shit |
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License to ill, Beastie Boys |
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I' ma autograph on your bitch tit |
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Yeah, I'm that guy that you all hatin on with that bullshit album |
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Everybody waitin on, I'm a |
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[Chorus] |
