Tony Dofat - Funk House lyrics

[Intro: Champ M.C. talking faintly] [Champ M.C.] n***as don't know what they getting into I got tricks up my sleeve for b**h a** n***as like you, f** it If you wanna come test me, call the cops to arrest me I pull the plug on my worst enemy My lyrics teach you how to leave a scar across your grill You better chill before you cause me to get real ill But first let me put an end to this discussion You get slapped with a two piece, knocked out with a concussion f** it, thats how I live it in the nineties Speaking real candid or get the ??? out the socket Don't mistake me for a s**a, a punk Or a b**h a** n***a like yo momma Thats how Im feeling what I'm dealing with I be chillin while ya'll n***as be on that bullsh** How does it feel to ?squat a vein? on the next mans dick f**in and s**in every five dollar trick You on some bullsh** [Interlude: Champ M.C.] Mic checka one two and like this and like this ya'll and that ya'll Mic check one two it's like this ya'll Ayo Champ, I want you to kick that flava flava sh** Comin at you right now, right now, hit it [Champ M.C.] I know I be buggin sometimes but I want some more real sh** Hip to the fullest, n***as wish they could just f** with the b**h that got sk**s But still, I k** any n***a if I will Burn and torture that a** so I can see ya blood boil Dry your a** up and toil with your brain I'm insane and I can't maintain the pain I stick a knife in your kidney Should I hold in your hands so you know I'm thinkin ?? f** it, don't let it get to your head Any ??? my moms and you all can drop dead So get all your f**in blunts And wish luck on the next motherf** who who thinks they can test me My mind is all gone, far away as a ??? sheep Testin me, lyricaaly, I'm not the one, you must be crazy Gimme the microphone, I heat it up and then I Swayzie [Interlude: Champ M.C.] Yeah, know what I'm sayin, check it, check it out This goes out either one, know what I'm sayin The real n***as, the FTBs, the Buddha Bandits Know what I'm sayin, you know how the f** we do Know what I'm sayin, nobody here lacking Cuz the Champ MC's cold macin Yo hit me with that ??? burst [Champ M.C.] Just watch how I flip it, tight sh**, always make a smash hit Gimme the microphone and I'mma rip it Take it, I always stay mad dip, heat the mic up real quick Don't gimme no lip, don't gimme no lip, n***as be poppin mad sh** I heard people say I have a split personality Who gives a f**, see in reality, that's me G Who the hell are you to be minding mine? I got rhymes and tec nines to show bad rap the real time So you wanna be a gangsta? Walk around with a cellu' phone and a big a** saker You're played, and I know what you all about Yeah yeah, shout it out I gets down like a n***a and I'm pretty like a b**h And if you come up to bat, these rhymes will get pitched [Outro: Champ M.C.] Yeah, check it out, check it out Yo I wanna take this fly sh** right here to the ??? Polygram representing like a mothaf**a, know what I'm sayin? I got family up in Sant Nick Projects And they still know I'm representing in the ??? squad, most definatly Yo, smooth it out like this, check it out