Bloody Axe

Lyrics

[Chorus X4] (Metal axe) (I can chop into ya body) I swing it to the left, and I swing it to the right (chop) [Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man] Now bust it, I got a bloody axe, let's discuss it It's bloody, my bloody axe is my best buddy I swing it to the left, and I swing it to the right (chop) Off goes ya head, now you still wanna fight? I'm the ruggedest, hit you with the raredest Why you wanna diss? You might get the, uhh, uhh, fist To the ribs, a poor eating bitch with the kids It's the underground crust bound Crustified Dibbs To the jaw, crack, Sugar Bob dig 'em smack Now you know what's up black And why you gonna try to make me stress When you know I got the high blood pressure And I might make a mess of ya Sticks and stones get the dick, I break bones Microphones, my ass crack is hanging out like Larry Holmes I'm more crusty than Krusty the Clown And I can sing (mruh-haa) like James Brown So don't, no, never try, never try to get (BLAOW!) What's my name? R to the A, (oh, that Rugged Guy) I like to battle with my raps (what if you lose?) Then I battle with my motherfuckin' bloody axe [Chorus X4] [Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man] [?] buck shots with ya gats, but I got a bloody axe to the dome Now I remember a friend of mine said that I offend 'em I'm not ya average motherhumper but I never play pretend I got the crust, I bust dirty dishes Doctor give 'em stitches, I hit 'em gettin' puss from all ya bitches Not a wine-o, my white ass is white like an albino I'd beat down Luke Perry, if I ever went to 9-0 2-1-0 no sucker poofs which give me ills When I hit Beverly Hills, ya mama's on my dills Knick-knocking boots with my balls and my ding-a-ling I'm not Steven King, 'coz my axe does the murdering So give me props, bitch, my testicles are bendable I'm so unforgettable (What happened to that A&R man that dissed? Arghhh) I had to snuff him (this tape sucks) Oh yo, you think I'm bluffing? I axe the blood clots, I influence the dots Tiny Toons eating pork chops grabbing on their crotch So watch, I'm the greatest, and that's just the facts (What if they don't believe?) I get my motherfuckin' bloody axe [Chorus X4] [Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man] Now one to the check it I wreck shop I never got dropped and I never got stopped [?] got a hunch, I'm down with the hookers and the stunts You're whipping down my baby in about nine months I got no gat, but still don't mess around 'Coz I got the devil's hound down in my dog pound I pop shit like the cesspool Number two stool act a fool and an axe is my tool (Stick up punks) I'm breaking necks and backs I bring a bloody axe to the court when they make me pay my tax They think I'm crazy, yo, I'm sending bodies to their graves I'm the proof to the theory that white men come from caves (Ahhööuh ahourrh blouwrfg) So fuck being civilized That's what I realized (rap dies) You can shut the fuck up, I put a booger in ya eye Take a shit on ya kitchen table, as I make ya kids cry Take ya wife to the bedroom A boom-boom mami-mami, grab a piece of this salami I like to battle with my raps (what if you lose?) Then I battle with my motherfuckin' bloody axe [Chorus: (repeat x4)] [Outro: R.A. The Rugged Man] Yo, yo, yo, this R.A R.A. the Rugged Man, Crustified Dibbs, haha hrouh Yo, my balls are bigger, don't fuck around, wauuh rlauughft (Metal axe) (Metal axe) (I can chop into ya body)