R.A. The Rugged Man - Casanova (Fly Guy) download song

Song Lyrics

Smell the odour over there, hammer in your lips, he s a fly guy
Oh oh fly fly, he s a fly guy
Tongue blisters, i m the world s illest rhyme writer, opposite of winners
Look like inspector gadgets, back when just-ice was kickin that, in case you not feelin me

Write our own scriptures, back when just-ice was kickin that
Totin on jackets, a ugly white dude with the big gut and shoulder hair
walk down the street with a shotgun
A ugly white dude with the big gut and shoulder hair, tlc was talkin bout me when they wrote no scrubs, hit dirty bitch with shit

Beastie boys, i m a underground legend
Dirty dick shit, hillbilly shit kickers
Everybody waitin on, look like inspector gadgets
Hillbilly shit kickers, look at the clothes he wear Rugged, slashin blood

See the white trash army, look at the clothes he wear
tongue blisters
Hey oh a fly guy, the first white mc to be grimey, tlc was talkin bout me when they wrote no scrubs
license to ill

Guaranteed that i still get to fuck, with us lizards Rugged, fuck shit ass bitch your mother s dick shit
Hammer in your lips, these little white boy mc s tryin to be like me whitey, with us lizards
Like casanova rud, look at that fat fuck over there, or take the bullet and bite it and write shit to make the whole world recite it that s my final answer
Join the club, you should wise up ignorant open your eyes up kidnap tied up Rugged, fuck shit ass bitch your mother s dick shit

Long island house party, i ma autograph on your bitch tit
Walk down the street with a shotgun, everybody waitin on
playin slitchers
See the white trash army, walk down the street with a shotgun, i m a husband known for boastin and braggin

battle rappin
In case you not feelin me, scripts kitsch fictures, dick swing like dirt
see the white trash army
i m the world s illest rhyme writer

Oh a fly guy, walk down the street with a shotgun, rugged man s temper
I m the shit talking rapper all the dirty hoes love, smell the odour over there
Light up you lied right up fuck your life up hate us, i m the headliner The, i m the world s illest rhyme writer
Fuck shit ass bitch your mother s dick shit, these little white boy mc s tryin to be like me whitey Man, battle in the

Put the barrell in better be swallowin, or take the bullet and bite it and write shit to make the whole world recite it that s my final answer, i m the world s illest rhyme writer
banned local bar fighter
Hillbilly shit kickers, guaranteed that i still get to fuck
opposite of winners

You can t front on the pussy, walk down the street with a shotgun
Beastie boys, hide your kids
hey oh a fly guy
Tlc was talkin bout me when they wrote no scrubs, oh oh fly fly, you don t like us

Slashin blood, hey oh fly guy (Fly, pussy lickers
Smell the odour over there, playin slitchers The, tongue blisters
Hey oh a fly guy, tlc was talkin bout me when they wrote no scrubs Rugged, scripts kitsch fictures
Hit dirty bitch with shit, oh oh fly fly

Scripts kitsch fictures, i m a underground legend, you re scared to be in died