[R.A. the Rugged Man]nYo, yonI'm the headliner, the first white pornographic rhymernBanned local bar fighternHide your kids, pedophilernLowlifer, advise yanI'm the world's illest rhyme writernYou play the background, like Casanova RudnI'm a underground legend, slashin bloodnTLC was talkin bout me when they wrote No ScrubsnI'm the shit talking rapper all the dirty hoes lovenThese little white boy MC's tryin to be like menWhitey, the first white mc to be grimeynBack when Just-Ice was kickin thatnfuck shit ass bitch your mother's dick shitnThat's when it all startednWalk down the street with a shotgunnTotin' on jackets, trenchcoatsnLook like Inspector GadgetsnLook at that fat fuck over therenA ugly white dude with the big gut and shoulder hairnLook at the clothes he wear, barefootnNo shoes on, you even on ?nSmell the odour over therenObvious, he don't carenHe's ann[Chorus]nFly guy, hey ohnA fly guy, oh ohnCasanovanOh, ouee, ohnA fly guy, oh oh fly... flynHe's so flynFly guy, hey ohnFly guy, oh ohnCasanovanOh, ouee, ohnA fly guynOoh, fly... flynn[R.A. the Rugged Man]nIt's the Port Jeff, Long Island house partynOpen the door, see the White Trash ArmynWe sacrireligious, we ? with usnLizards, rip the biblenWrite our own scripturesnScripts kitsch fictures, pussy lickersnTongue blisters, the ol' school five-one-sixersnOpposite of winners, playin slitchersnHillbilly shit kickers, dick swing like dirt ?nIn case you not feelin me, do you think that I give a fuck?nYou, you, younBitch, you can't front on the pussy, guaranteed that I still get to fucknYou, you, younYou should wise upnIgnorant open your eyes upnKidnap tied up, gasoline, match, light upnYou lied right upnFuck your life upnHate us?, You don't like us?nJoin the club, sign upnI'm ann[Chorus]nn[R.A. the Rugged Man]nI'm a hasbin known for boastin and bragginnbabblin, battle rappin, battle me, imaginenStaggerin, battle in the ?, low blownHit your blatterin, hammer in your lips , Mick JaggerinnImagine everlastin like Jimmy Dean, MarilynnGaggin in your mouth, put the barrell innBetter be swallowin, you're scared to be in diednOr take the bullet and bite itnAnd write shit to make the whole world recite itnThat's my final answer, I do a Cool JnAnd leave my drawers in your hampernRugged man's tempernDirty this, dirty dick shitnDirty dick you can't piss withnHit dirty bitch with shitnYou get pistol whipped with spit shitnLicense to ill, Beastie BoysnI' ma autograph on your bitch titnYeah, I'm that guy that you hatin on with that bullshit albumnEverybody waitin on, I'm ann[Chorus]