It's a jungle out there, you gotta have It's a jungle out there, you gotta have
[Verse 1: R.A. the Rugged Man] 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, the poor penny pitching 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 on Forbes mag on no Forbes listes But my life is parties and gambling Hookers and 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 squeeling 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
[Hook] 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
[Verse 2: Hopsin] 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 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 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 inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
