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real rudeboy - r.u.d.e.b.o.y lyrics

[intro: real rudeboy]
omg it’s rudeboy man, your my favourite rapper, can i have your autograph please

[hook: real rudeboy]
r u d e b o y
r u d e b o y
r u d e b o y
that’s me baby, the crazy rudeboy

[verse 1: real rudeboy]
hey man, yeah you there get off my d-ck
you don’t know me yet but you think i’m sick
i write these colourful rhymes down, with a little bic
pen, pound, dollar to the yen yeah, i love them
is only money anyway but it ain’t even funny
headless chicken full of power mr. energizer bunny
it’s lovely, i’m bubbly not ugly so f-cking crazily fuzzy
(haha) how lucky, someone said my laugh is like a woodp-ck-r
woody to be exact, but sorry to be a buzz k!ll
your estimations light years away, beyond to infinity
up into the vicinity, witnessing colourful imagery
full of tranquility, it’s the remedy not the enemy
so heavily, my lyrics rain full of ugly pressure
i’m the zephyr of my weather, strong with emotions from the shredder
however, most of the time i’m like mikey
with brain full of knowledge just call me donny
you know you want me, you got me
i’m a rudeboy full of raph muddled with a bit of leo
4 quarters my mix, should make me green, not negro
i’m just a divergent, so the rap game called me it’s new super hero
coming for more dinero that’s ever been imagined
not greedy or spoilt i’m just h-lla full of p-ssion
i’m gonna come an get it by spitting fire like a dragon
slashing, smashing a new ninja -ss-ssin
the reaction to my fashion leaves your brain with ideas you cannot fathom
just a villainous comic book character with a caption (pow, kablam)
rip michael jackson
it’s the first verse and i just beat it haha

[hook: real rudeboy]
r u d e b o y
r u d e b o y
r u d e b o y
that’s me baby, the crazy rudeboy

[verse 2: real rudeboy]
my life is like a game of black jack, always saying hit me
when i’m 21 this year this adult life will try and get me
forget it, dead it i’m a pan full of peter
short shy of 2 sticks, 15 extra centimetres
leading the path of the gabbler, always a haggler
taking a chance with music, you may call me the gambler
never gone work a life of 9 to 5 i’m not cut out to be a janitor
born a traveller, i’m a wrangler
if i was a poet i’d be the new rambler
the words are spoken as if there’s a handler using a scrambler
my throats m-ssacre providing a choppy flow brought to you by the boston strangler

[hook: real rudeboy]
r u d e b o y
r u d e b o y
r u d e b o y
that’s me baby, the crazy rudeboy

- real rudeboy lyrics

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