All Systems Go - R.A. The Rugged Man

Yo, my brain deformed, put in proper thoughts

Ride through with no shoes and soccer shorts

Show up on horses with tomahawks

And I slap my dick out like I’m the boss

A.K, Ak Miller Hot Rod, hot wheeler

I’m a Milk D top biller, Ice T cop killer

King Kong, Godzilla, not filler, not thriller

I’m a rap bacteria salmonella

I’m Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon

1888, midnight in London

They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard

With the rap to match it and the track to back it

Won’t let me in the place if they got a dress code

I’m the great dictator, Chaplin with a globe

When I’m on the cunt, fuck another chick, sex mode

When I cum, gunpowder on my dick explode

Like nobody can do it like that Rugged Man can do it

Old school, Busy Bee symphony, bring it back

Canada Michie Mee, gold chain Mr. T, little bit of history

Him 'em wiggy wiggy wiggy, jam on Chilly B, go to Philly Vinnie P

Like self deprecation, selfish envy

Bring heat 'til the devil in hell respect me

I live my life in a hellish frenzy 'til I’m dead on the toilet like Elvis

Presley

Got a hand grenade, live in the land of the brave or the land of the slave or

the man from the cave

I’m Louis Prima, just a jiggalo with the fedora hat, quick to diss a hoe

Like Mr. Snowden let the whistle blow, Joe Piscopo with the vicious flow

All systems go

I mean all night long

All night long

I mean all night long

A-all night long

I mean all night long

A-all night long

Would I want you to ride me like my back ain’t got no bone

Yo, mothership party like '99 and Prince sign o' the times better rise and shine

Put a blind mind in a box made of pine combined timing of Iron Mike in his prime

Like my mind designed for crime, grimey rhyme

I’m old school Jimmy Dean at the Five & Dime, rewind

Old School slang like a hock-a-loogie

I pop the toolie, I rock the groupie

Hopped out the womb and I slobbed the coochie

Cocaine, heroin, John Belushi

You’re keeping your wife home, she living in misery

Spinning your bitch on my dick, chicken rotisserie

Voodoo dictator, Haitian Papa Doc

Underground G rap, not Rihanna slop

You Madonna pop, not beyond hip hop

I am Pumpkinhead, I am Scott La Rock

Better get a grip, this a better pick than the evil rhetoric, can I get a hit?

Hit 'em with a predicate, dirty derelict, Linda Blair, Heretic

I can flip it fast and then slow down a bit

That other rapper flow is counterfeit, power trip

I’ma show you motherfuckers how to spit

Edit in the television, never giving better living, hell their giving,

never listen: segregation and division, demolition of religion

Poison in the medicine you’re sipping, get in where you fit in

Cronyism, terrorism, menacing, ascending from a political nepotism,

Orwellian premonition, is you getting the vision?

Call me Mr. Poe, all systems go

I mean all night long

All night long

I mean all night long

A-all night long

I mean all night long

A-all night long

Would I want you to ride me like my back ain’t got no bone

Richard Andrew, what you gonna do when you get out of jail?

I’m gonna have some fun;

Tom Tom Club

Rock in the hot tub with a hot slut

'Til my cock pop up and the Glock got tucked

Champagne pop up and I got love

Potluck like I never got locked up Big John Stud

Kickin' it live, dippin' and dive, flippin' the pies, bringin' demise

Minimalize, living the lies, killing the wise, bigger the prize

Burn books, censor flicks, censorship

Forward march, start the engine, let it rip

Go