Underground Hitz - R.A. The Rugged Man, Hopsin

It’s a jungle out there, you gotta have

It’s a jungle out there, you gotta have

Yo, I’ll put my dick out and I’ll pee on your property being a mockery

I’m abusive cheating never believing in monogamy, mediocrity

Pockets full of singles at the strip club, cash dropping, no class ass riding

I’m heinous, atrocious, repulsive, I’m past shocking

Rappers is speaking with no heart, don’t start, it don’t matter

I can slay you to Bach, Bethoven, Amadeus Mozart

At the dinner table cursing wiping cum on your curtain

I’m a poverty pirate, a poor penny pinching pitiful person

I’m from the 80's where we were skeezing and pleasing the skeezers

Thieving and popping and shooting and robbing and boosting and stealing your

sneakers

Won’t be in Forbes mag on no Forbes listes, but my life is parties

And gambling, hookers, whore houses and porn bitches

Hotel orgies with groupies, we rock stars, heart throbs

On the roof throwing cinder blocks from the hoods at cop cars

I’mma disrespect you to pigs, you was squealing too, they didn’t protect you

Living and learning and losing listening to the lecture, hitting it and giving

it extras

Snatch your prom date, rip the cunt hole, I’m the bully, get your lunch stole

House parties, stick my balls in the punchbowl, come on, sing it

If you sick twisted, disgusting

It’s a jungle out there, you gotta have

(Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits

Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits)

You gotta have

If you sick twisted, disgusting

It’s a jungle out there, you gotta have

(Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits

Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits)

You gotta have

Yo, it’s Rugged Man and Hop, we never get handed props

We keeping it dope and underground as the planet watch

If you want some bullshit, we spitting lyrics, then dammit stop

Talking like you the hardest artist and you just can’t get knocked

So keep thinking that, take this track and play it back

Just to remind you that everything you fucking say is wack

But don’t get mad and start cussing at us

Cause we just finally fixed the shit cause you was fucking it up

Yo, I’m sick of the game and everything it deals with

Yo, R.A.

come over and bring the kill switch

Our brains are real sick, insane and filled with

A gang of ill shit, we can’t be killed, bitch

Who want it with us?

We never tow and get up

Don’t try to step up cause I promise that you’ll only get bucked

Emcees are scared running as we slowly erupt

We was born for this, yo, it’s time to bring the chorus in

If you sick twisted, disgusting

It’s a jungle out there, you gotta have

(Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits

Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits)

You gotta have

If you sick twisted, disgusting

It’s a jungle out there, you gotta have

(Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits

Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits hits hits)

You gotta have

If you sick twisted, disgusting

then why don’t you go?

(underground hitz)

If you society, why don’t you go?

Underground hitz