Flipside Lyrics by R.A. The Rugged Man

Flipside Lyrics

    [R.A. the Rugged Man]
    Yo, yo, they asked me where the fuck I been for all this time
    I been fuckin' poor out of my fuckin' ass
    Eatin' fuckin' shit, fuckin' ugly bitches
    Cause everybody knows that pretty bitches ain't down to fuck nobody poor and shit
    But that shit don't even matter
    It's all about you faggot-ass motherfuckin' rappers
    Thinkin' y'all dope, drivin' Lexuses and shit like that
    "Every Record Label Sucks Dick"
    But yo, yo, but but but you be suckin' on your record label's dick
    Word up! This is just a little somethin'
    For motherfuckers to let them know I didn't fall off the earth
    You know what I'm sayin'?
    At 5, 4, 3, 2 in the morning, losing my fuckin' mind about to murder people
    (Fuck them motherfuckers)
    Yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo yo yo yo yo, like this

    They snakes in this rap field, fuck the fat deal
    Cap peeled, how does chokin' on the smoke from the gat feel?
    The Rugged Man, record label suicide, move aside
    (RA calm down) Who the fuck you think you are?
    I smack that bitch who works the front desk
    That strictly be there for high school credit
    But sucks dicks of all the rap stars
    Put me behind bars, cause Mister A&R Man's
    Bout to get fucked in his asshole and brother I'm not even gay
    Shay, shay, shay! The president of the company
    Don't care if I'm dead or if I'm bleeding
    I'm not succeeding, they turned my mindstate into evil
    Cause I want everyone dead on this fuckin' earth
    It really hurts, cause if music doesn't work
    I got nothing left to live for except dyin' in the poorhouse
    And bitches hate my fuckin' guts
    Those sluts loved me more than Patrick Swayze
    When I had my steady income
    I need a spot that I can sin from
    Suicide, never, but I got plots of taking out the other people
    And I ain't doin' jail time, that shit is wack
    Ain't no comin' back, once I lose control my shit is finished
    So don't get in this, you record label people gonna die
    And your family gonna die too, motherfuckers!

    Hahahaha, yo, yo
    Yo, that's just a verse, one verse
    You can't buy this shit, this shit is not for sale
    That's for the real rap fans
    But see, real nowadays is just a fuckin' gimmick anyway
    I'm keepin it real, I'm stayin' real, all this bullshit
    Yo, yo, how the fuck is you supposed to be real
    If you can't rap for real or can't flow for real?
    You got your hip-hop styles on and you readin' them fuckin' rap magazines...

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