Casanova Lyrics

Casanova lyrics

[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



fuck shit ass bitch your mother's dick 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 fuck 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







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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, pussy lickers



Tongue blisters, the ol' school five-one-sixers



Opposite of winners, playin slitchers



Hillbilly shit kickers, dick swing like dirt ?



In case you not feelin me, do you think that I give a fuck?



You, you, you



Bitch, you can't front on the pussy, guaranteed that I still get to fuck



You, you, you



You should wise up



Ignorant open your eyes up



Kidnap tied up, gasoline, match, light up



You lied right up



Fuck your life up



Hate us?, You don't like us?



Join the club, sign up



I'm a







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[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 dick shit



Dirty dick 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







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