Walking Down the Street With My Nuts In My Hand lyrics

[Intro]
My drill!
(What the f*ck?
This man is a f*cking as*h*le
Yo, that n*gga sucks
What a di*k)

[Intro: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Crustified Dibbs!
Word up, I send this one out to tha, ah, real men in America!
Check, check it, yo, um, I'm gonna kick it like, um
Grab ya di*ks! Raaargh!

[Chorus: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Walking down the street with my nuts in my hand (x4)

[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Rarragh, who am I? They call me crusty, the crust
I got the crust dripping down, uraargh, my crust bound nuts
I love them, I love them, I love it when you snug them
Ya lips should hug them but if not, don't bug them
One time, the way we got the, uh
Hit me motherf*ckers, are you with me? (Grab ya di*ks!)
It's the Crustified, you better run and hide
My [?] got the guts, [?] what's inside
I disrespect the next man 'cuz a real man
Doesn't have respect for nobody but himself, and why can't they understand
Why I got to walk down the streets with my nuts in my hand?
And most all of them said I'm discombobulated
Obligated, grabbing on my di*k, baby!
I'm shooting offloads, my nutsack explodes
You're a whore to me, you're nothing more to me, that's how it oughta be
I'll be the Rugged Man, Toolbox Murderer with crust bound nuts
[Chorus x8]

[Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Sometimes I think about the rude boy but no kind of nervous
My kind another mind will rape ya mama (like this!)
Right behind her and, uh, why would you, uh, f*ck with me?
Uh, I'm having a nervous breakdown
f*ck the elders, I hold her
Up like a boulder when I bend her
That's the b*tch that I dismembered, uh
Now I got her to flip with my di*k on your lip
Then I skip to the next honey dip, like.. um
What's up, baby? Come see me, baby, or something like that
I respond... I'm one step beyond-ah
The fat b*tches are mad gone
Now, I'm now the type to say [?]
No, I'm sorry (but I'm hung with, R.A.) Do you wanna die?
So all you hoochies would open up your coochies
And lick the cooties off my testicles
I gotta pick 'em out and die Belushi's
Crust Bound, Crust Bound
I put my nuts in ya mouth so spread the word around
Now that ya know, throw up ya hands and show it
I'm walking down the street with my crust bound nuts

[Chorus]
[Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Word up, I gots to bust a nut
Give a f*ck about the slop 'cos [?] that's my hobby
'Cos I might kick the door, I'll strip a whore
I go to war, I could [?] di*k like Tipper Gore
So f*ck that dyke feminist, I reminisce, remember this
I missed some, I got some of that and some of this
I'm grabbin' on my nut sack
Gets a bad rep, [?] but [?] cut back
Watch I grab that body bag that
Whilst I grab my motherf*ckin' nut sack til my nuts black
Now I'm the most, the coast to coast braggin'
Put me on the wanted poster, grab my nuts like I'm supposed to
I got my nuts on my [?] so who wants these nuts in your mouth now?
So get a little closer
And I'ma smack you with my di*k when pops up like a toaster
And [?] knock that sc*mbag out the pocket
I rip a b*tch's pelvis bone out the socket
So if ya giving up the butt, f*cks
And if you think you're all of that
Then you can get my crust bound nuts!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Marc "n*gga" Nilez]
Yeah, grab ya motherf*cking balls, bast*rd, yes!!!
Crust Bound Nuts, yeah, come on, we out!
f*ck how we rap, yo
Rappers grab ya f*cking balls in ya hand and squeeze tightly
I'm getting drunk and happy!
Grab yo f*cking nut sack!! We out
(Look you see on you're on the tip, my hands on my testis)