Casanova (Fly Guy) - 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 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»

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

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