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letra de toolbox murderer - r.a. the rugged man

[intro: r.a. the rugged man]
crustified dibbs, r.a. the rugged man
night of the bl–dy apes!
yo, all this horror bullsh-t is for f-ckin’ f-ggots!
i started it, now i’m gonna end it!

[interlude 1: r.a. the rugged man]
rarraghrr!
(what the f-ck is wrong with you, basketcase motherf-cker?!!)
are you talking to me?! (get off me!)
i’ll k!ll you with my godd-mn drill, uhhh!

[verse 1: r.a. the rugged man]
let me tell you about my toolbox, that’s right
i be toolbox murderer (toolbox murderer!)
rugged, rugged man, rugged man, i be the man
to hold the microphone decapitated skulls in my another hand
maybe the rough guy, tough guy
yo, we’re rough guy, pucker and kiss ya -ss goodbye
‘cuz i’m gonna make ’em (?) soldiers, let me at ’em
move out the way, mad dog, (?) so i don’t get ’em
i got my blowtorch flame to ya frame ’til it sizzle
i got my ice pick and my chisel
i’ll make ya blood drizzle, think i’m sick?
yo, i’m sick, but to match me
rugged, you have know where my (?) be
you can run, you can run from blocks, and blocks, and blocks
motherf-ckers feel it from the toolbox

[hook: r.a. the rugged man]
rrrargh-rrr, yeah, ((?) to the toolbox)
rrrargh-rrr, yeah, (i’m murdering)
rrrargh-rrr, yeah, (toolbox murderer!)
rrrargh-rrr, yeah, (i’m murdering)

[verse 2: r.a. the rugged man]
my toolbox, my toolbox, i’m murder, i’m murdering
i murder them, ya never heard of them ‘cos i’m serving them
ya say i’m crazy, i’m rugged, my drill
it goes rrrargh-rrr, k!ll the body ’till the blood spills
i’m not the s-xual healing type, i got mad b-tches always kneeling
bust my load up on the ceiling, the rap pro, i’m phat bro
i might rock the disco, i stick up (rasping noise) is how my lips go
f-ck the (?) everybody
i don’t wanna see anybody’s face ‘cuz i might hurt somebody
with my chainsaw, chainsaw, i got mad love for the chainsaw
and if i don’t preach, pleased to beat ya, i got my barb wires
and my pliers to dig ya six feet deeper, stop eatin’ all them sh-t burgers
don’t get involved with the (?) to my toolbox, i’m murdering!

[hook]

[interlude 2: r.a. the rugged man]
arrgh! take it off, haha!
i’ll saw ya godd-mn leg off, haha, hahaha, hahahaha!
(oh, stop the pain! oh my god, stop!)
and i hit you with my chisel, hahahaha, hahahahahahaha!

[verse 3: r.a. the rugged man]
hard knocks, you wanna be the hard rocks?
take a look inside of my toolbox
from the murdering objects, i got my hockey mask and my hood
i’m up to no good so, don’t let me take it to my toolbox
i got my pencils, objecti-far-in, i got the crustified
crusty bad -ss, where’s it at in my draw and i’ma make ya (?)
turn ya back, i think it’s a screwdriver through the head of you
and if i flip, yo, ya better skip town
you better not stay around ‘cuz i’m crust bound
even i could well be survive (?)
‘cuz i k!ll cadavers for money hungry fibres
so when ya towels hear the howls i gave
i held you like ya f-ckin’ screaming vowels
don’t f-ck around, don’t never f-ck around
‘cos you might end up a body from the toolbox murders

[hook]

[outro: r.a. the rugged man]
it’s all over

- r a the rugged man

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