The High & Mighty – You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit Lyrics

(Havoc Speaking):
Crazy motherfuckers in here son
Yeah no doubt, crazy motherfucker, yo, yeah, yo
Know we jus..jus..jus..just chilling now

Chorus (Havoc & Mr. Eon):
Rugged Man, a nigga you don't wanna fuck with
Havoc, a nigga you don't wanna fuck with
Rugged Man, a nigga you don't wanna fuck with
The High and Mighty, -you don't wanna fuck with

(Verse 1: R.A. the Rugged Man)
Yo, Yo, It's the return of the all time dirty
Krusty, robbery, adultery, gluttony, on your block and
In your crib break the lock in, we go shopping
Get knocking, ho hoppin'
Its Rugged Man no stopping
Sex pistol Johnny Rotten
-So shocking, your throat poor folks stay broke
Half-ape the legend of Tarzan, Greystoke
Stay dirty hate soap, hate bathing
Maintaining, blowtorch ain't aiming
Flame raining, brain wasting, if she pretty we ain't dating
If the bitch fuck us we make payments
Who am I? Dirty boy original pervert
Humbert H. Humbert, no job, fuck work
Locally hoodlums suburban, Chris Berg
Quick fith heard 'um, the german
We turn on hits

Chorus x 2

(Verse 2: Havoc)
Yo, got my drink on, reminisce on drama on gore
Stepped out my crib politic wish the god
Holding gats even though the hood is hot
Jake some bikes, gotta hold down the block
Plus my life is automatic instinct
Ice grills without a blink
Permanent instinkt, they surface like big dick
They shittin' on my name, some ask why
Cuz the signs just a regular guest
Fuck D-kid in Wascow
Temps, laid up and holla they ends
If shorty wanna front, im running up in the wreck
Official roathier scarface shitting on Mr. Soldier-stay bend
Hold my liquor like a cup coaster
Handle mine (handle mine), seperate line (seperate line)
Cut the throat while you drop daim (daim)
Snitch niggas on my shit list, quietly cock the bizkit
The rugged man Havoc, mobb we infamous

Chorus x 2

(Verse 3: Mr.Eon)
It hurts alot when I blurt the plot, I don't work to rock
Man I burn the crops, its automatic, this addict stay addict
Smoke shit the same color as The Philly Phanatic
Behind wheels get dizzy or something
Man I can't drive for goodness ain't my cousin Lizzie Grubman
My verse full throttle, hit a supermodel
Pay you off throw away the joint and the bottle
I won't sell out, got a fear for god
Ahh fuck it, just give me 'bout a G a bar
You fools talking karma, I laugh (ha ha ha ha ha)
I ain't the one getting choked up by Mos Def's dad
So watch EC dumb out
I stretch the pussy more than when the baby's head come out
Ya stupid kids should not fuck with this
That's like Rocky messing around with Thunderlips

Chorus x 2
-Rugged Man