Mr.Ruckman

Mammoth

Verse 1:

Yo it's the born-again humanist/

Hungry like a shark about to tear apart a tuna fish/

Using wits sharper then the tooth it rips food up with/

Do be dubious of music biz Judas's doing this to get stupid rich/

And i don't care about the views and hits you have on google bitch/

I only go online to get your girl to send me nudie pics/

Duty is to tutor kids, future sits in the hands of these lunatics/

I said i wanna be a beast when they asked me in school of my goals/

Rugged cave-man style, yet fully evolved/

Don't want to work a 9 to 5 slog at Woolies or Coles/

I'm a simple man, give me bread, wool and some coals/

Mr. fucking Ruckman, country bumpkin turned city slicker thinking with a bigger spectrum/

Here to hit em with a hurricane of words the most underrated turns living legend with a second of this kids attention/

Chorus 1:

Fuck what your calling a job, being trained to fetch with a reward like a dog/

I'm Mammoth/

Wild and free, what Chris McCandless died trying to be/

Mammoth/

Prepared for war, standing tall above the Neanderthal/

I'm Mammoth/

Stunning thou savage, as depicted by the Cro-Magnon/

I'm Mammoth/

Verse 2:

They say sleep when you dead, what the heck does that mean?/

This needs to said, when your dead you don't dream/

That's why i sleep in, i hate the early morn, degrade your girl like porn then take the world by storm, evidently, I'm a threat to the scene/

I'm the literary visionary, on the shitter buried in a dictionary/

To be hitting every dwelling like a missionary though the system blaring or the friggen telly, popped your bitches cherry/

On her Christian wedding, looks like little Mary picked these very big and heavy twig and berries to deliver fit genetics in her belly/

Mary has no virgin tush, even moses gave her burning bush concerning looks/

Heard she pushed out a a dozen red-heads, hard-wired to hit a 100 spread legs/

And don't care to wear frangers to preserve us rare rangers/

And assure the Ruckman gene doesn't come to dead-ends/

Chorus 2:

I'm Mammoth/

I make the people get their hands up without saying people get your hands up/

Im Mammoth/

Get your misses to blush, and get her to get you to take a picture of us/

I'm Mammoth/

What best describes a rogue beast with a head of fucking epic size?/

Mammoth/

Stunning thou savage, as depicted by the Cro-Magnon/

I'm Mammoth/

Verse 3:

Fuck a big name feature artist/

None compete for starters/

And i sweep the party people off their feet regardless/

Plus i'm yet to meet decent bastards i can speak on par with/

That i don't need to treat like starlets/

Parading an image, degrading their spirits, so rappers who could only walk the street as harlots/

And attract sheep for harvest/

Applause from these human lemmings is no better then the sound of cicadas/

What do you know of hunger? I laugh when these frivolous lyricists dare to speak of hardships/

A large fish in a small pond who put his best foot forward and crawled from the deepest darkness/

From a spineless organism to a higher form of living/

I realize of course i'm different and admire flaws i'm given/

With a mind that saw a vision to inspire more with wisdom/

Complete with sharp wits and the beat... your heart skips/

Chorus 3:

I'm Mammoth/

Lethal when i throw down, i'll meet you in your home town, beat you on your own ground/

Mammoth/

Make a feminist rage, burn her bra, but throw her panties on stage/

Mammoth/

If the shoe fits wear it, but i'm too big for these boots to bear it/

I'm Mammoth/

Stunning thou savage, as depicted by the Cro-Magnon/

I'm Mammoth/