Bloodshed Hua Hoo

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R.A. The Rugged Man - Rap, Horrorcore

Bloodshed Hua Hoo

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[Hook: R.A. The Rugged Man] Bloodshed huuaa hoooo, huuaa! Bloodshed huuaa hoooo, huuaa! Bloodshed huuaa hoooo, huuaa! Bloodshed huuaa hoooo, huuaa! Bloodshed huuaa hoooo, huuaa! Bloodshed huuaa hoooo, huuaa! Bloodshed huuaa hoooo, huuaa! Bloodshed huuaa huuaa huuaa! [Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man] Check this, I wreck shit, I rip shit No, bring that shit back, rewind it (ihateeverybodyihateverybodyihateeverybody..) You can't kick it what I'm talking bout BLAOW! Shout it out, now ya faggot ass is walking out 1 to the head from the white bred and ya dead bled Dripping bleak blood red, from the bloodshed Bless them bitches with my big testes, I molest them Shitty rappers I dissect 'em, swallow 'em and then digest 'em Iiii don't give a motherfuck about you The whack rap, I can't live without you I don't need it if I meet a stank pussy I meet greet it, I might eat it, I ain't never been defeated Nooobooodyyy knooows That I got the ill flows, shit blows when my dick grows I'm doin' tours, I'm down with whores not jabber jaws (I got a man) Oh yeah, word, shut the fuck up and drop your drawers! Bloodshed huuaa, say goodbye to ooo-eh Ooo eh, straight ooo eh, ooo, ooo eh [Hook] [Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man] Peace to Yaggfu down in Carolina I won't be going downtown unless there's gold in her vagina They have opinions, the southern counties Act like (?) I take out three of them, I hate to be 'em With the hua-haa, bloodshed huuaa Wit da new-eh, style for your crew-eh And I could just make it get to your baby, blauuhh (Yo, kick that real shit!) Now what was it? Got disgusted, now bust it, your microphone is rusted I buh-buh-buh-ba-bum rushed it It's ALRIGHT, I'll make you feel it Hopsy topsy, I'm lethal like a Nazi, you can't stop me Who da fuck you think you are? Blah blah blah (R.A. The Rugged) a superstar! I don't need no-nonsense, the constantly be jumping From my John-son (YES!) I'll be there where you at punk You better watch your back 'cos I never fight fair So bring some hookers and I might have some do rahh Bloodshed huuaa! [Hook] [Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man] How's about that just think bout that I wouldn't doubt that we be the Crustified Dibbs What they say to them, don't say to me I heard that booty demo tape you played to me That's why faggots are afraid of me Daps is down with The Trackmasters The ill bastards down to make ya Ghetto Blaster disasters I be the Rugged-is-is-is dismiss this Put on your lipsticks and kiss this, your lips are brown To which the hookers fuck 'em (?) I'm like wood I'm high strung Don't fuck fuck the roll lettered tongue, 'cos I be the one Ohh-ehh, I'm so super troop-eh I'm a trooper, keep rising to the top, I never stop I get paid to talk more shit like a Southern County cop I'm jamming bikes up the asses of dykes Fuck women's rights, I got more pussy on me than Hermorpha-dites But check the Blood, uh, shed, hua-hoooo Ooh eh, check the Blood, ooo ooo, huuaa! [Hook] [Outro: R.A. The Rugged Man] Huuaa, huuaa, hoooo, bloodshed!

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