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r.a. the rugged man - toolbox murderer (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: r.a. the rugged man]
let me tell you about my toolbox, that’s right
i be toolbox murderer, (toolbox murderer!)
rugged, rugged man, rugged man, i be the man
to hold the microphone decapitated skulls in my another hand
maybe the rough guy, tough guy
yo, we’re rough guy, pucker and kiss your -ss goodbye
‘cuz i’m gonna make ’em [?] soldiers let me at ’em
move out the way, mad dog, [?] so i don’t get ’em
i got my blowtorch flame to ya frame ’til it sizzle
i got my ice pick and my chisel
i’ll make ya blood drizzle, think i’m sick? yo, i’m sick
but to match me, rugged you have know where my [?] be
you can run, you can run, from blocks, and blocks, and blocks
motherf-ckers feel it from the toolbox

[hook: r.a. the rugged man]
rrrargh-rrr, yeah, ([?] to the toolbox)
rrrargh-rrr, yeah, (i’m murdering)
rrrargh-rrr, yeah, (toolbox murderer!)
rrrargh-rrr, yeah, (i’m murdering)

[verse 2: r.a. the rugged man]
my toolbox, my toolbox, i’m murder, i’m murdering
i murder them, ya never heard of them, ‘cos i’m serving them
ya say i’m crazy, i’m rugged, my drill it goes
rrrargh-rrr, k!ll the body til the blood spills
i’m not the s-xual healing
type i got mad b-tches always kneeling, bust my load up on the ceiling
the rap pro, i’m phat bro, i might rock the disco
i stick up (rasping noise) is how my lips go
f-ck the [?], everybody
i don’t wanna see anybody’s face ‘cuz i might hurt somebody
with my chainsaw, chainsaw, i got mad love for the chainsaw
and if i don’t preach, pleased to beat ya
i got my barb wires and my pliers to dig ya six feet deeper
stop eatin’ all them sh-t burgers
don’t get involved with the [?] to my toolbox, i’m murdering!

[hook]

[interlude 2: r.a. the rugged man & (marc “n-gga” milez)]
arrgh! take it off, haha!
i’ll saw your godd-mn leg off, haha, hahaha, hahahaha!
(oh, stop the pain! oh my god, stop!)
and i hit you with my chisel, hahahaha, hahahahahahaha!

[verse 3: r.a. the rugged man]
hardknocks, you wanna be the hard rocks?
take a look inside of my toolbox
from the murdering objects
i got my hockey mask and my hood i’m up to no good
so, don’t let me take it to my toolbox, i got my pencils
objecti-far-in, i got the crustified
crusty bad -ss, where’s it at in my draw and i’m [?]
turn your back, i think it’s a screwdriver through the head of you
and if i flip, yo, ya better skip town
you better not stay around ‘cuz i’m crust bound
even i could well be survive [?]
‘cuz i k!ll cadavers for money hungry fibres
so when ya towels hear the howls i gave
i held you like ya f-ckin’ screaming vowels
don’t f-ck around, don’t never f-ck around
‘cos you might end up a body from the toolbox murders

[hook]

[outro: r.a. the rugged man]
it’s all over

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