Real Rudeboy - R.U.D.E.B.O.Y lyrics

[Intro: Real Rudeboy] OMG it's Rudeboy man, your my favourite rapper, can I have your autograph please [Hook: Real Rudeboy] R U D E B O Y R U D E B O Y R U D E B O Y That's me baby, the crazy Rudeboy [Verse 1: Real Rudeboy] Hey man, yeah you there get off my dick You don't know me yet but you think I'm sick I write these colourful rhymes down, with a little bic Pen, pound, dollar to the yen yeah, i love them Is only money anyway but it ain't even funny Headless chicken full of power mr. Energizer bunny It's lovely, I'm bubbly not ugly so f**ing crazily fuzzy (Haha) How lucky, someone said my laugh is like a woodpecker Woody to be exact, but sorry to be a buzz k** Your estimations light years away, beyond to infinity Up into the vicinity, witnessing colourful imagery Full of tranquility, it's the remedy not the enemy So heavily, my lyrics rain full of ugly pressure I'm the zephyr of my weather, strong with emotions from the shredder However, most of the time I'm like Mikey With brain full of knowledge just call me Donny You know you want me, you got me I'm a Rudeboy full of Raph muddled with a bit of Leo 4 quarters my mix, should make me green, not negro I'm just a divergent, so the rap game called me it's new super hero Coming for more dinero that's ever been imagined Not greedy or spoilt I'm just hella full of pa**ion I'm gonna come an get it by spitting fire like a dragon Slashing, smashing a new ninja a**a**in The reaction to my fashion leaves your brain with ideas you cannot fathom Just a villainous comic book character with a caption (PoW, Kablam) Rip Michael Jackson It's the first verse and I just beat it haha [Hook: Real Rudeboy] R U D E B O Y R U D E B O Y R U D E B O Y That's me baby, the crazy Rudeboy [Verse 2: Real Rudeboy] My life is like a game of black jack, Always saying hit me When I'm 21 this year this adult life will try and get me Forget it, dead it I'm a pan full of Peter Short shy of 2 sticks, 15 extra centimetres Leading the path of the gabbler, always a haggler Taking a chance with music, you may call me the gambler Never gone work a life of 9 to 5 I'm not cut out to be a janitor Born a traveller, I'm a wrangler If I was a poet I'd be the new rambler The words are spoken as if there's a handler using a scrambler My throats ma**acre providing a choppy flow brought to you by the Boston strangler [Hook: Real Rudeboy] R U D E B O Y R U D E B O Y R U D E B O Y That's me baby, the crazy Rudeboy