Empty Beats - The Funk lyrics

[Verse 1] So you think you're hardcore? I smash your face in with your Ford car door Call my four bars raw, I cause more gore with straw swords Than you would strapped with a 44 Bring ya kids in the room I'm quick to frighten them I spit dark sh** colder than liquid nitrogen You'll need to numb the pain with prescipted vicodin Open the can of petrol stick the lighter in Inflicting lightening like thunder You might wonder, why I'm such a grim motherf**er A kid pushed me, made me trip and fall And I smashed my head right into the brick wall That Sam kid took his aim and slammed it I felt damn sick and now I'm brain damaged What's with the kid, strapped with a nine in my primary Shot the witnesses, good luck with the pigs finding me [Hook x4] I live for the funk I die for the funk I live for the funk I die for the funk [Verse 2] Shoot a f*ggot in the back and grab him by the front Puff on the Paki Black and stab him with the blunt Shock the bystanders like twenty volts Bam, bam, bam! 'til I'm strapped with empty colts f** the whole rap thing I'll be a crack king strapped with a Gatling If the f**er don't pay up I'll pistol whip the guy And f** getting caught, I'd rather slit my wrist and die Crack dealing and rape is the plot A bit of cash stealing then escape from the cops Queer arse mates are acting feminine as f** I hack them open and squeeze lemon in the cut Want me to quit rap? Well the answer is no I'll spread through the genre like a cancerous growth I'll put your fans in the snow, hijack the van to your show Slap out the Tec 9, finish the banter and go because [Hook x4] I live for the funk I die for the funk I live for the funk I die for the funk