[Chorus X4]
(Metal axe)
(I can chop into ya body)
I swing it to the left, and I swing it to the right (chop)

[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Now bust it, I got a bloody axe, let's discuss it
It's bloody, my bloody axe is my best buddy
I swing it to the left, and I swing it to the right (chop)
Off goes ya head, now you still wanna fight?
I'm the ruggedest, hit you with the raredest
Why you wanna diss? You might get the, uhh, uhh, fist
To the ribs, a poor eating bitch with the kids
It's the underground crust bound Crustified Dibbs
To the jaw, crack, Sugar Bob dig ‘em smack
Now you know what's up black
And why you gonna try to make me stress
When you know I got the high blood pressure
And I might make a mess of ya
Sticks and stones get the dick, I break bones
Microphones, my ass crack is hanging out like Larry Holmes
I'm more crusty than Krusty the Clown
And I can sing (mruh-haa) like James Brown
So don't, no, never try, never try to get (BLAOW!)
What's my name? R to the A, (oh, that Rugged Guy)
I like to battle with my raps (what if you lose?)
Then I battle with my motherfuckin' bloody axe
[Chorus X4]

[Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man]
[?] buck shots with ya gats, but I got a bloody axe to the dome
Now I remember a friend of mine said that I offend 'em
I'm not ya average motherhumper but I never play pretend
I got the crust, I bust dirty dishes
Doctor give 'em stitches, I hit 'em gettin' puss from all ya bitches
Not a wine-o, my white ass is white like an albino
I'd beat down Luke Perry, if I ever went to 9-0
2-1-0 no sucker poofs which give me ills
When I hit Beverly Hills, ya mama's on my dills
Knick-knocking boots with my balls and my ding-a-ling
I'm not Steven King, 'coz my axe does the murdering
So give me props, bitch, my testicles are bendable
I'm so unforgettable
(What happened to that A&R man that dissed? Arghhh) I had to snuff him
(this tape sucks) Oh yo, you think I'm bluffing?
I axe the blood clots, I influence the dots
Tiny Toons eating pork chops grabbing on their crotch
So watch, I'm the greatest, and that's just the facts
(What if they don't believe?) I get my motherfuckin' bloody axe

[Chorus X4]

[Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Now one to the check it I wreck shop
I never got dropped and I never got stopped
[?] got a hunch, I'm down with the hookers and the stunts
You're whipping down my baby in about nine months
I got no gat, but still don't mess around
'Coz I got the devil's hound down in my dog pound
I pop shit like the cesspool
Number two stool act a fool and an axe is my tool
(Stick up punks) I'm breaking necks and backs
I bring a bloody axe to the court when they make me pay my tax
They think I'm crazy, yo, I'm sending bodies to their graves
I'm the proof to the theory that white men come from caves
(Ahhööuh ahourrh blouwrfg) So fuck being civilized
That's what I realized (rap dies)
You can shut the fuck up, I put a booger in ya eye
Take a shit on ya kitchen table, as I make ya kids cry
Take ya wife to the bedroom
A boom-boom mami-mami, grab a piece of this salami
I like to battle with my raps (what if you lose?)
Then I battle with my motherfuckin' bloody axe
[Chorus: (repeat x4)]

[Outro: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Yo, yo, yo, this R.A
R.A. the Rugged Man, Crustified Dibbs, haha hrouh
Yo, my balls are bigger, don't fuck around, wauuh rlauughft
(Metal axe)
(Metal axe)
(I can chop into ya body)