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.

I'm proud of my past, but I'm eager to write this next chapter of my legacy!

Fuck Rob Rude

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Song Details

Fuck Rob Rude is Music for Musicians music in tempo Andante. The music is decent and the lyrics are splendid. The song was written 3/14/2007 by R. Donnelly. The originality is perfect.

Fame: 46
Popularity:
Stage Potential: 10
Genre: Hip Hop
Owner: Rob & Tha Mob
First Revealed: 3/14/2007 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed.

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Special Lyrics

They say FUCK ROB RUDE,
but I aint gonna cry.
They dont like my attitude,
because Im goin' for mine.
I really aint in tha mood,
and I dont have tha time.
I got nothin' to prove,
bitch, you know I can rhyme.

They say fuck Rob Rude, but I aint loosin' sleep.
If you step to this dude, you may lose some teeth.
I see you talkin' loud, but your crews too weak,
and if you fuck around, you gonna lose this beef.
You know who rule these streets, it aint no joke,
I aint your friend, aint your mate or your bloke.
You dont want to see me, put my hand in my coat.
Yo! I aint da type of man that you wanna provoke.
I gotta clear my throat, and roll up my sleeves.
when I start to flow, bring hoes to their knees.
You best let your white flag, blow in the breeze,
just cool out, relax, and then smoke some trees.
You best approach with ease, when we bump heads.
They only call me skinhead casue I cut my dreads.
Im more crazy than Pinhead cause Im off my meds,
before I come to dead ya, best tip off the feds.
I'll clip off your heads, word to Gengis Khan.
Dont believe what I said? Then just bring it on!

They say FUCK ROB RUDE,
but I aint gonna cry.
They dont like my attitude,
because Im goin' for mine.
I really aint in tha mood,
and I dont have tha time.
I got nothin' to prove,
bitch, you know I can rhyme.

They say FUCK ROB RUDE,
and LETS FORGET THIS BITCH.
But I still make moves,
and yo, I still get rich.
You say you dont approve,
I still dont give a shit.
I wont give in to you,
no, not even a little bit.

Yo! Its FUCK YOU ROB, they always sing in my ear,
but they swing on my nob, I think that they queer.
This shit havta stop, its the only thing I hear.
U know tha wrath of God is the only thing I fear.
Now lets get it clear, so you dont get it twisted,
cant none of you get near, not close to this kid.
If you come over here, you could get a split wig,
them cops run over here, before I even did shit.
But it aint no big shit, I just take it in stride,
you can say what you want, U aint takin' my pride.
Yo! If you wanna act up, then Im takin' you aside,
in the trunk, tied up, Robs takin' you for a ride.
You wouldnt survive, in this place where I run,
they'd eat you alive in this place where Im from.
Son, what will you do when you faced wit the gun?
You aint ready, we heavy, we weigh like a ton!
Im gonna make you run, make you look for haven,
FUCK ROB RUDE? No! Fuck you! I aint even playin'!

They say FUCK ROB RUDE,
and LETS FORGET THIS BITCH.
But I still make moves,
and yo, I still get rich.
You say you dont approve,
I still dont give a shit.
I wont give in to you,
no, not even a little bit.

They say FUCK ROB RUDE,
but I aint gonna cry.
They dont like my attitude,
because Im goin' for mine.
I really aint in tha mood,
and I dont have tha time.
I got nothin' to prove,
bitch, you know I can rhyme.

Fuck Rob Rude? ...nah, bitch. Fuck YOU!