[Verse 1: Real Rudeboy]
Yeah you may have won the battle
But you haven't won the war
You knock me down, I get back up again
And hit you with the hammer yeah you call me Thor
Oh wait n***a you want some more
Wait until Halloween when I turn up as scream knocking at your front door
They say my hearts dark and twisted like a Twizzler
Filled my stomach with all you can eat Sizzler
b**h, you love to fix ya lips around my dick and smoke a puffy
Yeah foreskin the rizla
I'm not just any young kid noo
Writing these lyrics and rapping them so
The crowd yeah call me the whistler
I'll whistle you to sleep and put you in a slumber
Oh, yeah that's Rudeboy n***a
I'm a Birmingham b**h part Asian 1/4 wigga
Black man all the way through and through thick and thin
I'm going to Malta to play basketball, yeah
International jet setter, that's the damn noisy kid
Reecey baby, black boy maybe
Never see me coming because I'm always looking for a b**h
I'm girl crazy, haha