Underground Hitz

Lyrics

[Intro] It's a jungle out there, you gotta have Lalalalalala It's a jungle out there, you gotta have hits [Verse 1: R.A. the Rugged Man] Yo, I'll put my dick out and I'll pee on your property being a mockery I'm abusive, cheating, never believe in monogamy, mediocrity Pocket 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, Beethoven or Amadeus Mozart At the dinner table cursing wiping cum on your curtain I'm a poverty pirate, a poor penny pinching pitiful person I'm from the '80s where we were skeezing and pleasing the skeezers Thieving and popping and shooting and robbing and boosting and stealing your sneakers Won't be in Forbes mag on no Forbes lists But my life is parties and gambling, and hookers, whore houses and porn bitches Hotel orgies with groupies, we rock stars, heart throbs On the roof throwing cinder blocks on the hoods of cop cars I'ma disrespect you, to pigs you was squealing 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 [Chorus: Ruste Juxx] If you're sick, twisted, disgusting It's a jungle out there, you gotta have (Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits) You gotta have If you're sick, twisted, disgusting It's a jungle out there, you gotta have (Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits) You gotta have [Verse 2: 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 on some bullshit when spitting lyrics, then damnit stop Talking like you the hardest artist and you just 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 coding it 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, ayo, it's time to bring the chorus in [Chorus: Ruste Juxx] If you're sick, twisted, disgusting It's a jungle out there, you gotta have (Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits) You gotta have If you're sick, twisted, disgusting It's a jungle out there, you gotta have (Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits) You gotta have If you're sick, twisted, disgusting End your shit, why don't you go? (underground hitz) If you [?] society [?], why don't you go? Underground hitz