R. Macchiavelli
R. is 86 years old.
He is the Turntable Artist of Baby Bunny & Tha Bad Wolf.
R. is also known as "DJ Rude E. Mack".
R. is located in Toronto at Freddie Mercury Park.
R. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
What's good, fam!?
Rudie Mac is back!
Lumberjack (Featuring Rob Rude)
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Song Details
Lumberjack (Featuring Rob Rude) is Generic music in tempo Andante. The music is awesome and the lyrics are revolutionary. The song was written 3/31/2013 by R. Macchiavelli. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
18 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
20 |
| Genre: |
Hip Hop |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
3/31/2013 |
Dominant Instruments
Rapper
Turntable System
Special Lyrics
I chop trees, and make paper out of leaves.
I turn haters into fiends, you can call me a lumberjack.
(Rob Rude)
Here come the lumberjack,
to chop-up another track.
I used to watch Thundercats,
now I watch out for hungry rats.
Winter, I'll miss ya,
but I'm real glad summers back.
I'm gonna twist-up a swisher
and smoke til my lungs are black.
I spit the deadliest slugs,
never mind where my guns is at.
I got like nine thugs in back,
and you know they all comin' strapped.
The place that we take you,
you know you ain't comin' back.
I ain't trying to be funny, jack,
but prophecy is becomin' fact.
My legacy is the rudest,
but my contemporaries are clueless.
For the the papers I get ruthless,
and I got haters like I'm Jewish.
Don't be foolish.
I ain't the one you wanna fool with.
And don't talk about shit
you ain't got nothin' to do with.
I got a cool whip,
and I keep choppin' these trees.
And making these fake bitches
just drop to their knees.
Rudie gave me eight bars,
but that ain't hardly enough.
I could spit sixteen
and I'm only just warming up!
(Hook)
I chop trees, and make paper out of leaves.
I turn haters into fiends, you can call me a lumberjack.
You can call me a lumberjack, call me a lumberjack.
Call me a lumberjack, call, call me a lumberjack.
(Rudie Macchiavelli)
Don't call me a pimp.
You better listen-up good.
I run a lumberjack business
I'm puttin' bitches on wood.
Green Peace hates me.
You might see police chase me.
Kids from the eighties still page me
'cause my trees is so tasty.
Call me Patrick Swazy
'cause I got bitches dirty dancing.
I'm gonna earn a mansion
holding turntables for ransom.
I'm handsome.
Just ask my fans and the haters.
I got my hands on the fader,
trying to get my hands on the paper.
I'm sick of the same lame songs
with the same lame chorus.
I been choppin' so many trees
I could have chopped a rainforest.
I'm the dopest on the wheels,
you'll never know how it feels.
It's Rob Rude and Rude E. Mack,
your whole crew is truly wack.
I stay true to facts.
And I rock the rudest wax.
I still like my China White
with a little bit of Jully Black.
We rule the track.
Don't fuck with the lumberjack.
Look down at the ground,
I'll put you six feet under that.
(Hook)
I chop trees, and make paper out of leaves.
I turn haters into fiends, you can call me a lumberjack.
You can call me a lumberjack, call me a lumberjack.
Call me a lumberjack, call, call me a lumberjack.
I chop trees, and make paper out of leaves.
I turn haters into fiends, you can call me a lumberjack.
You can call me a lumberjack, call me a lumberjack.
Call me a lumberjack, call, call me a lumberjack.
Record Releases
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