Life of the Party

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah baby, it's Phil Cassesse; we're back live on Night Talk Talking about dirtbag derelict R.A The Rugged Man For the love of God somebody put a stop to this guy! [Chorus: Eamon, Irish Steve and Timbo King] Fast cash, filthy nights The grimy, grungy ways Blowjobs and startin' fights Them dirty, crusty days It's all good in paradise Awoo woo woo woo! [Verse 1: R.A.] I was born to be the best to flow ever I knew it before I hit puberty back when I was bumpin' Go Stetsa I was hateful, I'd punch you in the face for sayin' hi to me But today I try to chill out and not react so violently People ask is it possible to be positive when most your life You was the opposite, could a negative pessimist be an optimist? Known for being fat, being crazy and always cursin' That was just my reputation, I was even worse in person Robbin' schemin' and scammin' and rootin' and tootin' and shootin' Peace to me was an illusion, beefin' was my only solution I was banned from performing at mad places I was known for leavin' them bleedin' And breaking bottles on fans' faces Self-depracatin' unsavory, I needed medication majorly I was sinking in moral degradation and depravity Addicted to hookers I was an animal wreckin' shit The amount of pussy I paid for I probably could have fixed the national deficit I was fist fightin' fans in mosh pits Busy beating people unconscious with speakers Instead of making pop hits My life! [Chorus: Eamon, Irish Steve and Timbo King] Fast cash, filthy nights The grimy, grungy ways Blowjobs and startin' fights Them dirty, crusty days It's all good in paradise Awoo woo woo woo! Over and over the party stay jumpin' Over and over the party stay jumpin' Over and over the party stay jumpin' Hands up! [Verse 2: R.A.] I made game changin' recordings, never took precautions I lost all of my endorsements, always beefin' with law enforcements Gun totin' grenade holdin', fights that I'm in, I'm winnin' em But I'm getting older I'm trying to keep the ignorance to the minimum I still smack up any fan that act up But I don't put them in a hospital I just get 'em to behave and back up I used to urinate on women now I take 'em to dinners Don't mean to disappoint most of my degenerate listeners Used to be in whore houses beggin' for freebies Bumpin' the Beasties in my tighty whitey BVD's, throwin' feces Fans are like "what did Rugged man go soft? What they got him pumped up on Prozac or Zoloft?" Yeah, I'm mad negative, you want positivity Now I'm doing conscious records with Talib Kweli My belly full of hunger, my heart full of hatred It was hard to take it, I could barely make it, hard to escape it I had to get my head off of that hate shit Always wanted to go apeshit and break shit Getting groupies and strippers naked that's the life I created The party! [Chorus: Eamon, Irish Steve and Timbo King] Fast cash, filthy nights The grimy, grungy ways Blowjobs and startin' fights Them dirty, crusty days It's all good in paradise Awoo woo woo woo! Over and over the party stay jumpin' Over and over the party stay jumpin' Over and over the party stay jumpin' Hands up! [Verse 3: R.A.] I used to curse God, but now I rather say a prayer to him My life was a modern Sodom Gomorrah, livin' in ruin Our hearts was ice cold, never thought that we would open ours Rollin' with coked up stock brokers with broken cigars Rollin' in stolen cars, we was Hip-Hop's brokest stars Road rage, break your windshield with bats and crowbars We had specially built treadmills for training the pitbulls I had thirteen knives and four pistols, quick to hit fools Now I shake hands sign autographs, I'm friendly I used to hate fans, everyone to me was my enemy Now when I'm out with some fine females I might head to a fancy French restaurant, sip wine and eat snails Used to smack chicks in the face with my dick And make the whore spread Now I tuck my girl into bed and kiss her on the forehead I'm a chill dude now, at least I try to be I calmed down, but don't try me That ignorant kid, he's still livin' inside of me The party! [Chorus: Eamon, Irish Steve and Timbo King] Fast cash, filthy nights The grimy, grungy ways Blowjobs and startin' fights Them dirty, crusty days It's all good in paradise Awoo woo woo woo! Over and over the party stay jumpin' Over and over the party stay jumpin' Over and over the party stay jumpin' Hands up!