[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Let me tell you about my toolbox, that's right
I be toolbox murderer, (Toolbox murderer!)
Rugged, Rugged Man, Rugged Man, I be the man
To hold the microphone decapitated skulls in my another hand
Maybe the rough guy, tough guy
Yo, we're rough guy, pucker and kiss your ass goodbye
'Cuz I'm gonna make 'em [?] Soldiers let me at 'em
Move out the way, mad dog, [?] so I don't get 'em
I got my blowtorch flame to ya frame 'til it sizzle
I got my ice pick and my chisel
I'll make ya blood drizzle, think I'm sick? Yo, I'm sick
But to match me, Rugged you have know where my [?] be
You can run, you can run, from blocks, and blocks, and blocks
Motherfuckers feel it from the toolbox

[Hook: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Rrrargh-rrr, yeah, ([?] to the toolbox)
Rrrargh-rrr, yeah, (I'm murdering)
Rrrargh-rrr, yeah, (TOOLBOX MURDERER!)
Rrrargh-rrr, yeah, (I'm murdering)

[Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man]
My toolbox, my toolbox, I'm murder, I'm murdering
I murder them, ya never heard of them, 'cos I'm serving them
Ya say I'm crazy, I'm Rugged, my drill it goes
Rrrargh-rrr, kill the body til the blood spills
I'm not the sexual healing
Type I got mad bitches always kneeling, bust my load up on the ceiling
The rap pro, I'm phat bro, I might rock the disco
I stick up (rasping noise) is how my lips go
Fuck the [?], everybody
I don't wanna see anybody's face 'cuz I might hurt somebody
With my chainsaw, chainsaw, I got mad love for the chainsaw
And if I don't preach, pleased to beat ya
I got my barb wires and my pliers to dig ya six feet deeper
Stop eatin' all them shit burgers
Don't get involved with the [?] to my toolbox, I'm murdering!
[Hook]

[Interlude 2: R.A. The Rugged Man & (Marc "N***a" Milez)]
Arrgh! Take it off, haha!
I'll saw your goddamn leg off, haha, hahaha, hahahaha!
(Oh, stop the pain! Oh my god, stop!)
And I hit you with my chisel, hahahaha, hahahahahahaha!

[Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Hardknocks, you wanna be the hard rocks?
Take a look inside of my toolbox
From the murdering objects
I got my hockey mask and my hood I'm up to no good
So, don't let me take it to my toolbox, I got my pencils
Objecti-far-in, I got the Crustified
Crusty bad ass, where's it at in my draw and I'm [?]
Turn your back, I think it's a screwdriver through the head of you
And if I flip, yo, ya better skip town
You better not stay around 'cuz I'm Crust Bound
Even I could well be survive [?]
'Cuz I kill cadavers for money hungry fibres
So when ya towels hear the howls I gave
I held you like ya fuckin' screaming vowels
Don't fuck around, don't never fuck around
'Cos you might end up a body from the toolbox murders
[Hook]

[Outro: R.A. The Rugged Man]
It's all over