R.A. The Rugged Man - Bottom Feeder lyrics

[Verse 1: Cage] Let my orange dick spit I got a dog named Kubrick It's obvious I like his flicks Filming 'em with human chicks. If that's a sin Let him poke this white b**h Kim for coke Outside of a bar until I switched in Breaking her in like new Tims in a robbery Take a culture of my spit's culture and spawn a colony Smell like teen spirit? Grab a shotgun and feed us My L.P. street they shaking up Columbine High cheerleaders Dipping in two seaters, that ain't mine So many sick a** letter combinations I ?peg rhymes? Blew my E.C. advance on a P.C. and grams D.C. and P.S.2 games, grow lights and plants Crops done by the time the cops come Car jacked this pregnant Indian for a Datsun Blaze a building, to catch a rap magazine You wanna talk sh** and not get f**ed up? That's a f*ggots dream! [Hook: x2] Scratched in "Yeah, you know how we comin" With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers [Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man] Hey yo, I'm just as broke as when I had no deal I'm not too bright. My brain is like oatmeal I used to be label mates with Shaquille O'Neal Now I get my dick s**ed in the Batmobile I live in Long Island, with a house of retards And illegal aliens that need green cards I'm a rap legend to little weird white kids That carve sh** in their arms Like "I don't wanna live" I'm the original, dirty, white gangster Ryhmer. Perverted rhyme writer We dirty old men you can't trust us See us finger popping your daughters in the back of school buses Rugged Man. Hairy baboon Catch me at the MTV awards jerkin off in the bathroom Cage, Eon, Mighty Mi. Why try? Remix this sh**. Put it back out when I die [Hook] [Verse 3: Mr. Eon] I'm so depressed, I'm doing whippits for hours. Cuz I realize I'm less popular than what's happening now was There are women in pits in my basement My trophy. Morgana's tits in a gla** encased man Like my sidekick Gary Highnick I'm still banging the Thai chicks plus I'm high b**h Eon rains...f** it! E hurricanes You a cold front that's seen on every weather vane I got a storm more perfect than George Clooney Thinking y'all scary. Y'all ain't even goonies! E eases through the scene that's serene And drops the illest sh** any latrine has ever seen I have no left or right ventricles That's why I laugh when cops pull out with both tenticles The beast lives among us And I cause a reaction similar to what seeing your mother hung does [Hook]