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Street
Who call themselves The Fugs

In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs

I don't know why I even try
The fuck is going on man they treat me like a con man
Every single time that I rhyme on a song man
Cats try to challenge

a crop
Cause all of ya’ll wanted to call it hip hop

I need to calm down
Nah...im sending y’all back to ya moms house
Y’all can sit in ya basement

Hello!
My name is Afourteen and I was not here for the first half of the recording of this song
But, I'm just here to say, that, meth is bad kids

A Star Is Born

R.A. the Rugged Man

Die, Rugged Man, Die

2004

know how to play the game right
He could be larger than life"
They try to turn the label Caucasian
They signed me, Whitey Don and the Insane Clown

tomorrow
That's the motto
In too deep like life pot hole
At the top I'm never letting up
So label me the one
Gone make sure mom and pops is fed enough
Let's

I'm gonna fuck in the south yeah
I am not in that North
Bitch fuck on the court yeah
Bitch fucking in court
Bitch suck by the door yeah
Yeah, she don't

it flow, now they know that I'm cold
But your bitch think I'm hot
I swear to God, get your fucking thot
I might take her home to meet my mom, fuck it

seventeen, I got my behind kicked in
By this faggot kid named Michael Lenahan
He was fuckin' with my girl at the time so I had to just call him out
Meet me

I'm getting sick of it I need acetometophan 
Because I bottle up all of the things I want to say 
And when I make a song it comes out in a different way

my environment
Nine years old, exposed to some grimy shit
Mom and her drunk boyfriend just had a fight again
So I'm hidin' in my bedroom, turn up

my fits they the most fly but you can still try
Black chrome heart tee, big shoes Balenciaga
Yeah you can't outdress me, every song I tell a saga

played by thots
Her comments in my head is it fun? Its not
It's been a damn year and still locked in fear
She said she'd make me shine but she bit me in

the terrors
Blood on the floors, cops at the door
Parents weren't married, but they were divorced
Yell and scream a lot, fighting like a war
Mom sorta stayed,

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

Insecure now the task getting tall for me
Half my friends can't name five songs of me
Maybe it's my fault
Assuming you would just assist is just what I

Check out the drip
I’m sponsored by nike
My money crip
Might cop me an Audi
She call me bane
Cause I break her back
I’m switching lanes
Backseat got

speak with the flame
I make these clowns shudder
When speaking my name
It's only a song
But it's never a game
Keep your head down
And you will remain

inside me
So I made these songs
Pray for the day that someone would fuckin' find me
And then take me on
Brain would break in asylum in this silence
Wonder

still make dope songs
Been the shit for so long I
Can't get the smell off ewwww
I still kill every beat I'm on
Used to hide money in the
Mattress I was

It's funny how the time flies
Four years just flew by
Listening to my old songs
And i be like who's that guy?
It was just like yesterday
When i

It's raining, he's changing
My man is going insane, insane the war is on

On rainy days I sat back and cooked crack
In Bug's house the kitchen light

up a time to meet how's Friday okay

These are ordinary conversations I have my life
You'd think I'm crazy by the way these people come up to me

Accepted en-mass
Don't be fooled by your own folly

Folly, that's all I heard when I've done no wrong
I changed the tune but it's the same song
Can't find