R. Donnelly

R. is 92 years old. He is the Lead Singer of Rob Rude's Blues Review. R. is also known as "Rob Rude". R. is located in Toronto at Clean Air Park.

R. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.

Pussymundo Rappaz

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Song Details

Pussymundo Rappaz is Generic music in tempo Andante. The music is mediocre and the lyrics are decent. The song was written 7/3/2006 by R. Donnelly. The originality is perfect.

Fame: 93
Popularity:
Stage Potential: 20
Genre: Hip Hop
Owner: Rob & Tha Mob
First Revealed: 7/3/2006 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed.

Dominant Instruments

Rapper
Backup Vocals
Turntable System
Synthesizer Keyboard

Special Lyrics

All these fake-ass Pussymundo rappaz,
they be frontin' somethin' like actaz.
With big willie talk about packin' clappaz,
but they aint a facta, they headin' for disasta!

Yo, real recognize real, so how you gonna front?
As if U a thug dealin' drugz, hand on the pump.
With your hand on the blunt, & ice on yo neck,
but I knowz U a chump, & U aint got no rep.
Try to step? Then Im gonna str8 expose you,
because I asked around, & aint nobody knowz you.
It's like I told you: Im a legend in this game,
& when I roll thru, you gonna remember the name.
Dismember yo brain, leave shit stainz on drawerz,
inflict unimaginable pain, and leave open sores.
You want some more? Son, you'll get shook fast,
yo shook ass can get the whole can of whoop ass.
Think you can deal with it? Im so real with it.
My mic's like a gat, rhymes get peeled with it.
Aint concealin' it. Puttin' it right in yo grill,
lefts & rights U get drilled, 5'10" slender build
but for real, U know I got a heavyweight rep.
What that meanz is U best contemplate b4 U step.
Dont look at the ref
like he can save you from Jeff,
Im huntin' down Pussymundo rappaz
untill there aint none left!

All these fake-ass Pussymundo rappaz,
they be frontin' somethin' like actaz.
With big willie talk about packin' clappaz,
but they aint a facta, they headin' for disasta!

Its a cryin' shame.
All the Pussymundo rappaz in da game.
My mission: bring back tradition
and send em all back where they came.
Blueprintz in my brain, Im the man with the plan,
I claim skin, but I never been a fan of the klan.
If U ever ran with this man, then U'd know that.
It dont mean Im a nazi cuz im cropped like Kojack.
I dont hold back.
Kick down doors, then I ask questions.
Get you whores on all fours,
& then I'll teach you a lesson!
Not even Buddah's blessin', or sayin' a prayer
can save you when i enslave you in my lair.
"No Fair!", you be screamin'
and you be cryin' foul.
Fuck the belly of the beast,
Im gonna put you in the bowels.
Im kinda like the Godfather,
only minus the Jowels.
Plus I make a fools quit on their stools
and throw in their towels.
Im wise like them owles, and Im ten times as fly.
Never said I was rasta, but Im ten times as high.
Im the guy, Baldhead + rhymes U cant compete with
leavin' no bitchs meatless from T.O. to Egypt.
& if I say something U disagree with,
you probably wont even speak up,
Im too sweet-up, & Pussymundo Rappaz get beat up.

All these fake-ass Pussymundo rappaz,
they be frontin' somethin' like actaz.
With big willie talk about packin' clappaz,
but they aint a facta, they headin' for disasta!

Covers

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