Lyrics Underground Hits (Remix) - R.A. the Rugged Man feat. Hopsin, Jarren Benton
1:
Hopsin]
Yo,
it's
Rugged
Man
and
Hop,
we
never
get
handed
props
We
keeping
it
dope
and
underground
as
the
planet
watch
If
you
want
some
bullshit,
we
spitting
lyrics,
then
dammit
stop
Talking
like
you
the
hardest
artist
and
you
can't
get
knocked
So
keep
thinking
that,
take
this
track
and
play
it
back
Just
to
remind
you
that
everything
you
fucking
say
is
wack
But
don't
get
mad
and
start
cussing
at
us
Cause
we
just
finally
fixed
the
shit
cause
you
was
fucking
it
up
Yo,
I'm
sick
of
the
game
and
everything
it
deals
with
Yo,
R.A.
come
over
and
bring
the
kill
switch
Our
brains
are
real
sick,
insane
and
filled
with
A
gang
of
ill
shit,
we
can't
be
killed,
bitch
Who
want
it
with
us?
We
never
tow
and
get
up
Don't
try
to
step
up
cause
I
promise
that
you'll
only
get
bucked
Emcees
are
scared
running
as
we
slowly
erupt
We
was
born
for
this,
yo,
it's
time
to
bring
the
in
Yo,
I'll
put
my
dick
out
and
I'll
pee
on
your
property
Being
a
mockery,
I'm
abusive
cheating
never
believing
in
monogamy
Mediocrity,
pockets
full
of
singles
at
the
strip
club,
cash
dropping
No
class
ass
riding,
I'm
heinous,
atrocious,
repulsive,
I'm
past
shocking
Rappers
is
speaking
with
no
heart,
don't
start
It
don't
matter,
I
can
slay
you
to
Bach,
Bethoven
or
Amadeus
Mozart
At
the
dinner
table
cursing
wiping
cum
on
your
curtain
I'm
a
poverty
pirate,
a
poor
penny
pitching
pitiful
person
I'm
from
the
80's
where
we
were
skeezing
and
pleasing
the
skeezers
Thieving
and
popping
then
Shooting
and
robbing
And
boosting
and
stealing
your
sneakers
Won't
be
in
Forbes
mag
on
no
Forbes
listes
But
my
life
is
parties
and
gambling
Ers,
whore
houses
and
porn
bitches
Hotel
orgies
with
groupies,
we
rock
stars,
heart
throbs
On
the
roof
throwing
cinder
blocks
from
the
hoods
at
cop
cars
I'mma
disrespect
you
to
pigs,
you
was
squeeling
too,
they
didn't
protect
you
Living
and
learning
and
losing
listening
to
the
lecture
Hitting
it
and
giving
it
extras
Snatch
your
prom
date,
rip
the
cunt
hole
I'm
the
bully,
get
your
lunch
stole
House
parties,
stick
my
balls
in
the
punchbowl
Come
on,
sing
it
Yeah
The
fuckin'
summer
of
son
of
Sam,
rappers
getting
body
slammed
Do
a
drive-by
on
you
niggas
with
Pac's
hologram
Bada-Boom,
Bada
Bing,
big
[?]
and
[?]
And
I
don't
like
you
niggers
like
Paula
Deen,
mister
Benton
Whip
a
lake
and
cutting
in
and
bumping
It
Was
Written
Niggas,
bitches,
shits
and
getters,
doc,
I
need
a
new
prescription
Yeah,
this
for
my
niggas
that's
going
through
hell
Lately
I'm
fucking
paranoid
cause
shit's
going
too
well
Depression
made
me
go
and
take
my
life
away
Fucking
loser,
Mama
should
have
stuck
me
in
that
microwave
Wrestle
my
left
arm,
like
"Jarren
put
that
knife
away"
You
lucky
bitch,
I'm
holding
myself
back,
you
could
die
today
This
is
hip
hop,
fuck
off,
get
rocks
I
murder
rappers
with
Rugged
man,
organs
get
zip-locked
Nerds
that
you
fucking
jerk
off,
niggas
bout
to
get
murked
off
Fucking
rappers
disgust
me,
like
Rick
Ross,
with
his
shirt
off!
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