Artist: R.A. the Rugged Man
Album:  American Lowlife 12"
Song:   American Lowlife
Typed by: malcolmtramm@yahoo.com
 
American lowlife (lowlife)
Yo, c'mon
{*girl singing*} - You dirty, crusty, ass, lowlife
 
[Verse One]
Yo, yo
You got a problem? tell me, let's handle this
We can do this in the parkin lot
Bang fists, some Rugged Man shit
I'm suicidal, ain't the issue
I feel like playin' games, Russian roulette
With a fully loaded pistol
Hold down, can you feel it? I break that shit
Brought that fat chick with you, I take that bitch
I love this, now who wanna try to take me
I take it to the ground grapple like Royce Gracie
Shit ain't all sweet, talk is cheap
I'm the white dude, you see me in the club, dancin' all off beat
Inspiration, no one, don't poke fun
No gun with you, how you gon' cause the commotion?
I hate the whole world, wait the whole world hate me
My whole family, lookin at me strange lately
Born to be wild, born evil
Dangerous, born lethal, I was born to skeeve people
 
[Chorus]
American lowlife, dirt bag, my team
Smelly armpits, bad breath, low hygiene
What do I mean? Smell me, rub my belly
Call my celly up and tell me (Yo, yo, you dirty)
I'm unhealthy
American lowlife
{*girl singing*} - You dirty, crusty, ass, lowlife
Lowlife, lowlife
American lowlife
{*girl singing*} - You dirty, crusty, ass, lowlife
 
[Verse Two]
When I see you, walk away, best duck down
Smack you in your face in front of your bitch, what now?
No education, white trash moron
Doin' 360s in the parkin' lot at Waldbaums
In the hooptie, playin mailbox baseball
On the playground, shooting little kids with paintballs
Crucify you, real life Stigmata
You tryin' to win fights, runnin backwards like Oscar
Dirty white boy, dirty dirty, filthy filthy
Half hillbilly, half the world wanna kill me
Come and get some, underground rap legend
Call bitches birds, call birds Tippi Hedren
Cops and robbers, hop fences
Run through your backyard
I'm the type that try to act large
In the chinese whorehouse, get my back massage
I get your bitch pregnant, you take the bitch to Lamaze
 
[Chorus]
American lowlife, dirtbag, my team
Smelly armpits, bad breath, low hygiene
What do I mean? Smell me, rub my belly
Call my celly up and tell me (Yo, yo, you dirty)
I'm unhealthy
American lowlife
{*girl singing*} - Dirty, crusty, ass
Lowlife, lowlife
American lowlife
{*girl singing*} - You dirty, crusty, ass, lowlife
 
[Verse Three]
Hold up, you see me wild out, that's what I do
Get arrested, startin' riots, me and my crew
I won't sign autographs, I'm unfriendly
Out in Long Isl', Rakim, E-P, M-D
B-E, we be, R-U-G, G-E-D, S-T-R, E-E-T
One man gang, whole world vs. me
Blood thirsty, I'll be dead before I'm 30
Born to be a failure, paraphernalia
In my glove box, underage chick that love to suck cocks
In the backseat, drivin' with no license
Cops followin, runnin down fire hydrants
 
[Chorus]
American lowlife, dirtbag, my team
Smelly armpits, bad breath, low hygiene
What do I mean? Smell me, rub my belly
Call my celly up and tell me (Yo, yo, you dirty)
I'm unhealthy
American lowlife
{*girl singing*} - Dirty, crusty, ass
Lowlife, lowlife
American lowlife
{*girl singing*} - Your dirty, crusty, ass, lowlife
Dirty, crusty, ass
You Dirty, crusty, ass, lowlife