R. Donnelly
R. is 95 years old.
He is the Lead Singer of Rob Rude's Blues Review.
R. is also known as "Rob Rude".
R. is located in Istanbul at Zincirlikuyu Mezarlığı.
R. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Panty-Man in No-Man's Land
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Song Details
Panty-Man in No-Man's Land is Music for Musicians music in tempo Andante. The music is nice and the lyrics are sweet. The song was written 3/1/2007 by R. Donnelly. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
44 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
10 |
| Genre: |
Hip Hop |
| Owner: |
Rob & Tha Mob |
| First Revealed: |
3/1/2007 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. |
Dominant Instruments
Rapper
Electric Guitar
Turntable System
Special Lyrics
Yo...
You know who you are...
Panty-Man bitch!
I called you out...
Now your marked for death..
It's GO-TIME!
Yo, mutha fuckaz!
Rob bringz tha ruckus to your melon.
Leave you with bruisin' and swellin'.
Son, you fuckin' foolin' wit a felon.
Who you foolin'? You aint Gellin',
I got more soul than Doctor Sholl.
And, bitch, there aint no tellin'
just how fuckin' far Im gonna go.
Yo! I'll hunt you down,
like I chase tha devil across the planet.
You think I aint on your level?
Bitch! You shouldnt take Rob for granted.
Got Damn it!
I Just cant stand Panty-Man.
I wish I had a gat in my hand,
but now Im tryin' to be a family man.
Dana sooths me,
and she tries to calm me down:
"Rob, I know your tha mayor,
but please dont bomb his town".
Atleast not now,
I'll wait untill she get elected.
Then it's no more mister nice guy,
you gonna see some shit get hectic.
I got some debts to get collected,
and I gotz this panty-bitch to tax.
So untill we can get connected,
Im just gonna drop this shit on wax.
Tha factz?
Itz some testicles that he lackz.
And there wont be no spectacle,
cause PantyMan'll just fade to black.
Yo, PantyMan,
Im takin' you to no-man's land.
Aint nobody to hold your hand.
I'll put your body in tha creek,
or 6-feet-deep, below tha sand.
You in no-man's land, bitch!
Yo, who you fuckin' wit?
You on my dick, suckin' it.
You say my name in your blog,
dog, like you in love wit it.
Well, I've had enough of it,
& im gonna dead your ignorance.
You a bitch and because of it
Rob wont forget that incident.
I make ya forget your instrument,
because my family's on tha hunt.
You say you aint scared a little bit,
then why iz your panties in a bunch?
I know how to handle this cunt!
This bitch gonna sample tha punch.
Im gonna smoke this hoe slow
just like a fuckin' ounce in blunt.
You want me to pound in your gut?
Then why you actin' like a faggot?
You want beef wit Rob Rude?
I'll make ya food for tha maggots.
Yo! So there you have it,
you got it straight from tha source.
You thought life was a bitch?
Well now you about to get a divorce.
You heard we burried tha hatchet?
Well you can forget those reports.
Yo! I still carry tha grudge,
got no love for you & your cohorts,
Popomundo aint no vacation resort,
"Out in tha streetz they call it MURDA!"
But dont worry, PantyMan...
I'll make sure they burry you in a burqa.
Yo, PantyMan,
Im takin' you to no-man's land.
Aint nobody to hold your hand.
I'll put your body in tha creek,
or 6-feet-deep, below tha sand.
Covers
This song is being performed as a cover by the following artists: