Chords for R.A. The Rugged Man - Tom Thum (Official Music Video)

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Yo, I got a big [Eb] head and a fat ego [Db] I got the star vom, [Eb] Evie, Poppy, some periodic
flow My pistol is [B] old school, blasted, fill it
with [Db] L-squared Yo, [Abm]
I'm uncontrollably gifted, I totally [Eb] rips
it I'm vocally vicious, naming the best ever
I'm supposed to be listed [Abm] Even if I'm emotionally and overly twisted
And [Dbm] socially timid and every chick had left with a [Abm] broken ovary
When I hit it, the bands follow me like disciples I'm Charlton [Bb] Heston, not the Moses version
I'm the gun coat [Abm] and burstin' with the rifles Don't let them crabs gas you when I'm jackin'
the [Eb] rapper, creepin' the jacker [Gb] Detaching your ass and using a [Dbm] machete to
smash it I'll rob anyone anywhere, under the jacket
[D] to flame I'll pull a gun out at your wedding while
your grandma do the Macarena [Abm] All these feminine rappers wanna see me dead
[Eb] and buried Too [Gb] many rappers is Dred, Creed, Dow, Tyler,
Perry Sick of the similar imitating, I did it already
to pitiful pay them The bigger the better to bait them, you fightin'
with a spit it [Abm] already verbatim I don't need to [Ab] breathe when I rap
I got hills, walk longs, I'm like a [Abm] superhero Out of the toilet of the slums, I'm a
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_ I'm the greatest, _ _ I'm the greatest
You ain't shit [Eb] compared [Abm] to me
Shackin' up for the night at the crib with a B [Eb]-movie actress
Shackin' next to the bed in a wide of cash under [Abm] the mattress
As a kid I wasn't into [Eb] theatrics, after school my daddy used to [Ab] teach me combative
reverie tactics My flow natural, [Abm] you are officially stuffed
[Eb] Harry Bonds and Falco, [Abm] don't call for us, but Harry when your rhymes are [N] outlawed
I ain't into the tight jeans, or meant to borrow bras, brass knuckles and bloody fight
scenes The mainstream pussies ever give me props,
no nada It's like the Fox News giving props to [Abm] Obama
Too weak, I teach the children in the world the [Dbm] word hate
[Eb] I eat pussy to let me [Abm] die, gonna hurt her straight
I'm disturbing with the grammar, I'm more [Bb] disturbing than the [Eb] bomb
than the Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama I've been repping, I put a hit on any paper
that my pen blessin' I'm nice with the hands, each fist [Abm] is a registered
weapon I leave you forever restin', I don't care
if you beefed [Bb] up steroids or [Eb] what you bench pressin'
I'm at the Best Western, tossing a girl salad with some French dressing
Hit you with a batter [Db] or hatchet at the back of a [Eb] ratchet
My flow ain't a rap, but [Abm] a message, too much lyricism to digest
I do it on purpose, two of my bars is more lyrical than two of your verses
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I'm at the Best [Eb] _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ [Abm] Western, _ _ _ [Eb] _ [B] _ [Abm] tossing a girl salad with some French dressing
I do it on purpose, two of my bars is more lyrical than two of your verses
_ [Eb] I'm at [Abm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ [Abm] the Best Western, _ _ _ tossing a girl _ _ salad with some French dressing
_ I'm at the Best Western, tossing a girl salad with some French dressing
I'm at the Best Western, tossing a girl salad with some French dressing
I'm at the Best Western, tossing a girl salad with some French dressing
I'm at the Best Western, tossing a girl salad with some French dressing _