Casanova

[R.A. the Rugged Man] Yo, yo I'm the headliner, the first white pornographic rhymer Banned local bar fighter Hide your kids, pedophiler Lowlifer, advise ya I'm the world's illest rhyme writer You play the background, like Casanova Rud I'm a underground legend, slashin blood TLC was talkin bout me when they wrote No Scrubs I'm the shit talking rapper all the dirty hoes love These little white boy MC's tryin to be like me Whitey, the first white mc to be grimey Back when Just-Ice was kickin that f**k shit a*s bitch your mother's d**k shit That's when it all started Walk down the street with a shotgun Totin' on jackets, trenchcoats Look like Inspector Gadgets "Look at that fat f**k over there A ugly white dude with the big gut and shoulder hair Look at the clothes he wear, barefoot No shoes on, you even on ? Smell the odour over there" Obvious, he don't care He's a [Chorus] Fly guy, hey oh A fly guy, oh oh "Casanova" Oh, ouee, oh A fly guy, oh oh "fly... fly" He's so fly Fly guy, hey oh Fly guy, oh oh "Casanova" Oh, ouee, oh A fly guy Ooh, "fly... fly" [R.A. the Rugged Man] It's the Port Jeff, Long Island house party Open the door, see the White Trash Army We ? religious, we ? with us Lizards, rip the bible Write our own scriptures Scripts kitsch fictures, pus*y lickers Tongue blisters, the ol' school five-one-sixers Opposite of winners, playin slitchers Hillbilly shit kickers, d**k swing like dirt ? In case you not feelin me, do you think that I give a f**k? You, you, you Bitch, you can't front on the pus*y, guaranteed that I still get to f**k You, you, you You should wise up Ignorant open your eyes up Kidnap tied up, gasoline, match, light up You lied right up f**k your life up Hate us?, You don't like us? Join the club, sign up I'm a [Chorus] [R.A. the Rugged Man] I'm a husband known for boastin and braggin babblin, battle rappin, battle me, imagine Staggerin, battle in the ?, low blow Hit your blatterin, hammer in your lips , Mick Jaggerin Imagine everlastin like Jimmy Dean, Marilyn Gaggin in your mouth, put the barrell in Better be swallowin, you're scared to be in died Or take the bullet and bite it And write shit to make the whole world recite it That's my final answer, I do a Cool J And live my drawers in your hamper Rugged man's temper Dirty this, dirty d**k shit Dirty d**k you can't piss with Hit dirty bitch with shit You get pissed of ? shit License to ill, Beastie Boys I' ma autograph on your bitch tit Yeah, I'm that guy that you hatin on with that bullshit album Everybody waitin on, I'm a [Chorus]