This is some of RFUS's finest work. He sat in his room alone for days sobbing and strumming his guitar, wishing so so badly that his one true love hadn't broken his heart, and finally, one day, he came up with this masterpiece.
And he ill, he real, he might got a deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a mutha****in trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for
And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' ho
I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh
Yes I did, yes I did
Somebody please tell him who the eff I is
I am RadioFriendlyUnitShifter, I mack them dudes up
Back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up