True-Rudeology

So rude when I'm coming through
I'd like to, sit back and chat with you
I'd like to, teach you, a thing or two
But I'ma, RudeMan, I got sh*t to do

Now who the rudest on the mic
With a flow that he don't bite
Like he's fighting on a beat
That a bitter just can't write, like
Nobody's stopping me
The state of the art is comedy
You a tweet geek I speak, you ain't follow me
True-rudeology, philosophy as oftenly
I'll Facebook my nuts on your face
With no apologizes
Theres nothing you ain't calling me
I haven't been called
I'ma, RudeMan, don't get involved
So revolve around this hybrid
That I bread, and feed
Been pumping it full of steroids while its under my bed
Still dead to the world, it surely faked it's own copy
I'ma show you this true and more then just a hobby
You a sloppy, cocky, rapaholic, arrogant trick
You say that your real, but I call you out on that spit
See theres a diff between real and falsifying your look
See I'ma a true RudeMan son and you truly shook look

So rude when I'm coming through
I'd like to, sit back and chat with you
I'd like to, teach you, a thing or two
But I'ma, RudeMan, I got sh*t to do now
Being rude, is in my blood, I come from
A long line, of the rudest thugs but
Being rude, you think it please me
But being rude now a days ain't easy

Who let the jack Mak out the box
Ready to steal your hat and socks
Buy you out and change your locks
Right before your album drops
The walking talking colouring book, now shaded black
The city wasn't Okay, but I'm glad the city got my back
Back to MadMak, skulls, close, and rosaries
All up in styles, while these girls are getting close to me
They crows to me, even their moms are fighting over me
Shoe string fling, a little loose, and kind of old for me
I'm openly directing everything that comes to mind
And I'm sick of rappers thinking skill is proved through double time
A trouble mind, once said give em something loud
And if it's rude, then support will flow because they proud
To take part in something true that only men can handle
While most boys are writing raps around scented candles
Flipping it, tripping it, living it, given it up like its something to prove
Living the dream, making you scream, see I can do it too

So rude when I'm coming through
I'd like to, sit back and chat with you
I'd like to, teach you, a thing or two
But I'ma, RudeMan, I got sh*t to do now
Being rude, is in my blood, I come from
A long line, of the rudest thugs but
Being rude, you think it please me
But being rude now a days ain't easy