I get mad wicked (f** around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with archie bunker
Cause my brain is twisted, so i co*k the biscuit
Cause sh**'s thick, some say i'ma ba*tard of a swift b**h
Negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro
To make you _fear_ me like _cape_ without robert deniro
You big p**y, so funky that you have to douche me
You can't hear me then my record label didn't push me
I know i'm sayin f** too many times in my rhymes
But if i wasn't bad, i wouldn't freak it in the line
But it don't seems to matter cause my sh** get fatter and fatter
I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
How does it feel with the face full of funk
With the ba** in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt
I puff, i never got snuffed, bust while i dust your monkey
Ass off then i just crush on the hush hush
So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter
Ask the brothers (why?) cause i'm bad (word to mothers)
"i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x)
"i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x)
"i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
Yo yo, check this out
This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk p**y motherf**ers
Just to show y'all i do what the f** i wanna do
I want y'all to check this on the real
And yo, check this out
[fast ba** beat drops in]
Shake it! c'mon shake it! c'mon shake it! c'mon shake it!
Wha**up now? wha**up now? wha**up now? wha**up now?
Whattup now? hahahahah
(yo red, c'mon, get back to the track man, i wanna get out of here!)
Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out
Flexy i'm s**y when i'm standin in my drawers
If you can't check me when i'm rappin, put the tape on pause
And listen to the incredible sh** that i kick my man
Give me five on the backhand then stick
Your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
Cause my lip get to the point, to still rock the fly sh**
Since you're holding your breath, i hold my j**els
I swing hardcore, so i walk, holdin my tools
The original p-funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk g
I been this way every since nine months
So get down while i rip the raps from my lips cause
My sh**'s more deep, than any tape from enigma
The gettin nice, thinkin k**er brother who pop trash
Basic instinct -- i'm a shoot us and they got blasted
Much a** i kick, groove to the master mix
My song still pumps when it's not even mastered, b**h!
My sh**'s very chronic so rewind it
Cause it's like.. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!
Cause i'm a wild and crazy guy! no lie!
Last brother to battle me i started pissin in his eye
I'm bad, word to mother to the motherf**in hubbard
Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't
And if you still don't under-f**in-stand where i'm comin from
Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from!
"i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x)
"i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x)
"i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed"