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Questions (Rough Draft) - Tech N9ne

"The name of this motherf**ker is called Questions Rough Draft (ha ha, tell em) QDIII did the beat (all day all night) Whassup to everybody out there in L.A. What you really doin hoe? Why do I do the things"

Rough House Blues - Buck 65

"I'm going down the road feeling bad, bye and bye Deep fried blues but I'd rather die than cry Gas station food bound to go stale soon There's a curse in the air and a toe-nail moon Yay, some of these towns"

Rough Landing, Holly - Yellowcard

"Left the ground, in black and white And when the plane went down, the colors all around I know by now, the marching slide And still I can't get out, she's all I think about Can't let her go It's who you"

Party's getting rough - Beastie Boys

"Got the groove Got the groove Everybody say Oh-waaaa Oh-waaaa Say Oh-waaaa Oh-waaaa Say Ta-Daaa Ta-Daaa Say Ta-Daaa Ta-Daaa Agh yea - Agh Yea Oh-waaaa Ta-daaa Oh-waaaa Ta-daaa Ta-daaa Agh yea yo Ta-daaa"

Flipside (Rough Version) - Tech N9ne

"(Girl) Only if you promise to smack me goddamnit (Tech N9ne) I think I'm gonna do the uhh.. hook on this one. Yea *Tech and girl moaning* (Tech N9ne) Ok, turn around so I can hit it from the back (Girl)"

Sacrifice (Rough Mix) - Cannibal Corpse

"Put her on the altar, tie her down secure She will soon die, her soul is still pure Her body is trembling it's filled with fear She'll lose the life which she holds dear The dagger is ready to do it's"

All Day (Rough) - Kanye West

"All day, nigga, it's Ye, nigga Shopping for the winter, it's just May, nigga Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, nigga You ain't getting money unless you got eight figures All day, nigga Ye in the buildin'"

Rough Yet Delicate - Frances Bean Cobain

"You think I’m goin down I think I should be in line to Save myself I don’t mind the sun sometimes Break me open And I’ll fall to pieces State your business Or keep your distance I’m not done just yet Long"

Boy Named Sue - Flatt And Scruggs

"Boy Named Sue Well my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much for Ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now I don't blame him because he run and hid But the meanest"

Boy Named Sue - Shel Silverstein

"Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn't leave much to ma and me, Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid, But the meanest thing"

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