r a the rugged man - laugh clown laugh lyrics
[intro]
[verse 1] after p-ssy alleyway, side to the burnt building heroin addicts and the rats in the size of small children chilling with his snaky -ss dirty ham ho fat wigger white chick grinding me, giving me a lapdance to luchini camp lo my ex-girl mama used to call me white sambo i’m like, b-tch, i’m an artist, call me vincent van gogh i get louis farrakhan dating a platinum blonde i get skinheads bowing to mecca and praying to islam i can’t afford dre, swizz beatz, or a timbaland track but i can rip any rapper with just a kick and a handclap i punch fans, i punch kids, i punch females, i punch cops i spit punchlines, i don’t need to punch clocks hip hop, i’m the verbal resurrection you a sell-out, take them tight pants off and take the gerbil out your r-ct-m how you gone flip the script without having a premise? i’m a hooligan like james caan’s son with alan the chemist you could get your teeth tooken out without having a dentist i’m a white man dingo, the white black african menace my background dancers are both wack drunk as sh-t doing the pee-wee, they look like josky love on crack do it
[hook] welcome to the fun house the fun house la-di-da-di, we like to party we don’t cause trouble and we don’t bother n-body, n-body
[verse 2] yo, welcome to the world of the dg’s, too disgusting the death, the destruction my world you get eaten up in stomping and murking them, i’m on a train like colin ferguson bringing the sling thing rhythm ninja mind, i’ll murder them my trailer loaded with girls like shaba you f-cking with them tranny b-tches your girl got t-st-cl-s, an adam’s apple, look like gaga i’m one of the best my flow more fatal than the slug that marvin gaye sr. put in his son’s chest apocalyptic when i’m popping a biscuit i’m popular, they won’t be happy ’til i get shot, it’s horrific what is you b-tches smoking, a rock, or you sniffing slobbering c-ck when you hop on the block and you visit f-ck it, any topic i’ll rip it dead presidents with my shoe, that’s how i do pork swallowing, i’ll make bacon outta the swine flu i’ll throw my d-ck to any female i got so many b-mps blind b-tches could touch my d-ck and read braille
[hook]
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